Noon.

The time of day he dreaded beyond measure. Sanemi had faced countless powerful demons, actively delighted in the thought of battling an Upper Moon. Hell, he could count on one hand the amount of times he’d been genuinely nervous! Yet, everyday he found himself anxious as midday drew closer; for his hardest battle was upon him.

What exactly was making the Wind Pillars heart race and palms sweat? The cute girl who insisted on sharing her lunch with him. The same one who stole his heart.