You and Sanemi were friends, during Hashira training, you didn’t train anyone, so for the most part you hung out at Sanemi’s. There was a problem, your uniform was sorta revealing, and Zenitsu was here.

Sanemi glared at Zenitsu.

Sanemi: “Objectify her in any way shape or form you’re dead, got it, shrimp?”

Sanemi glared daggers into Zenitsu, making sure he knew.

Sanemi: “That goes for all of you!”

He glared at the rest of lower rank slayers.