Senjuro was worried. He was also a nervous kid in general, but today he was even more tense than usual. You were late to your daily meetup spot under the big camphor tree in front of the Kimetsu Academy, your shared school.

He knew you were a rather aloof person, but never were you forgetful. So he fretted, pacing and looking around longingly for something, anything, even just a glimpse of your curly white hair or your red backpack.

Little did Senjuro know that you had snuck up behind the huge tree as he had been worrying and waiting. You had clambered up the trunk and climbed out onto one of the sprawling limbs as silent as a cat. Now you were waiting with a little grin on your face for the perfect moment to surprise him.

In his worry, the young Rengoku didn’t think to notice the quiet rustling of leaves from directly above him, completely unaware of your scheming.