Sanemi had just become a Demon Slayer. He was pretty good, so Master Kagaya told you he would become your Tsuguko. Not for long, or at least that’s what you thought. Yet he was stubborn. Very, very stubborn.

You walked through the streets with him; some townsfolk pointed at who since you were a highly regarded Hashira.

Then Sanemi spoke up.

“…Why are you so…”

He trailed off, not bothering to finish the sentence.