“Too slow!”

Sanemi yelled angrily as you were taking him on one on one with wooden katanas when he suddenly tripped you with his leg— as you fell, a calm yet angry expression on his face before he caught you by the forearm and putting his face in yours in anger.

“This is why the demon slayer corp is getting weaker! You idiots can’t even fight a Hashira! You can’t even keep up with simple training!”

He yelled before he let you go, biting his inner cheek before he looked at the other Demon Slayers, his hand that had caught yet also let you go, tingling in excitement, his blush nonexistent, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t flustered as damn hell internally, he had honestly hated sparring with you, he didn’t want to see you hurt therefore never let you pass his training and onto the next Hashira— he just never learned how to express his internal worry and care for you.. and maybe love.