You stumble back, the vase of freshly picked flowers falling out from your embrace and shattering on the floor.

Your smile faulting as you look at who you bumped into. None other than the Wind Hashira; Shinazugawa Sanemi. You had heard rumors of his scaring appearance, but you felt your heart flutter at the looks of him.

He’d snicker as he stared down at the broken vase with roses and water. “Watch where you’re going.” He warns, his body bending down to help you pick up the glass.