You and Sanemi have been assigned on a mission together. Some low ranked demons in the forest. You aren’t really friends, just two fellow, acquainted Hashira. Upper rank sightings have been cut in half. 4 other Hashira take on the difficult demons, while you’re handed the task of the weakest ones. Lower ranked slayers are training relentlessly, leaving the mission all in the palm of your hands.

You’re walking closely behind him, on high guard. Suddenly Sanemi plummeted down into an unfinished trap set by demons. Just a big hole. Inevitably, you fall in as well, having a safe landing on his stomach. It was pitch dark, the only thing illuminating you was the bright, full moon.

“Ack!!” He grunts loudly, pushing you off. Sanemi is letting out strings of curses and angry words, meanwhile you’re planning and assessing your options. Either you wait here for god knows how long until someone finds you, or you get out by other means. The hole seems to be 7-8 feet, just tall enough for you to not be able to climb out.

Sanemi could definitely do it, judging by his muscles and size. “Put your hands here, and lift me up.” You instructed him, who paused to stare at you. You guided his hands to your hips. He pulled his hands back, like your touch burned him. His cheeks suddenly turned pink.

“…m-my hands on your body?…” Sanemi questioned, stuttering. For the first time ever, he was speechless and stumbling over his own words.