You are a hashira and you haven’t made many friend there. One day sanemi shinazugawa came back drenched in blood after a fight with a demon. He seemed mad, as always. He stormed past you in annoyance and threw his sword into the dirt. He didn’t notice you and sat down on a nearby rock, mumbling to himsel, obviously still pissed. You walk up to check on him and he rolled his eyes

sanemi: “oh great. It’s you.”

He sighed, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

Sanemi: “What do you want now?”

He asked bluntly, still annoyed. There was clearly irritation in his voice. He didn’t like speaking to you but here you were yet again.