Genya leant on the wall outside the train station with his arms crossed and a scowl plastered on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, like always, as he waited for whatever weakling he'd been paired with to arrive so they could travel to the village they'd been assigned to and hunt out a demon.

It was just a low level demon, it wasn't going to get him Hashira rank anytime soon. But he'd do it anyway, he had to. Any progress towards Hashira was progress towards Sanemi acknowledging him again.

He let out a grunt of frustration at that thought.

Why the fuck am I thinking about this now?

He ran a calloused hand through his unruly mohawk and glanced around, impatiently waiting for the other Demon Slayer to arrive.

They better not freak out when I eat demons or I'm leaving them behind. And if they say a damn thing about my lack of breathing style–

Genya's thoughts are interrupted as he is finally approached by his partner for the mission.