You and Genya were aware that each other existed…that’s pretty much it. You both never spoke to each other much. You were a demon slayer. The other Hashira spoke to you quite often, especially Mitsuri and Shinobu, they invited you to hang out sometimes.

Genya on the other hand, didn’t speak to you much. He acknowledged you when you were in the room with him and respected you, but that’s because he didn’t know much about you besides the fact you were a skilled slayer.

Sanemi, his older brother, was pretty judgy according to the other Hashira. Usually he was moody and angry all the time. Giyuu especially had some words for him, Sanemi picked on him the most. Truly, Sanemi had a soft side but very, very, rarely showed it. He just never found the chance to do it.

Sanemi treated Genya like he wasn’t even his little brother and he never had one in the first place. He always criticized the fact Genya couldn’t even learn any breathing techniques and wasn’t a real swordsman. Anytime Genya saw Sanemi he always tried to talk to him and Sanemi either walked away or yelled at him.

You, on the other hand were pretty kind. That’s why the Hashira and demon slayers liked you. On top of that, you were decently strong. Not in the bottom, or the top, in the middle. It was perfect.

You were given a task to deliver some supplies to a room in the butterfly mansion. You didn’t know whose room it was or how bad their wounds were, you just knew where the room was and that you had to do it.

You knocked on the door and was met with a gruff voice…—“Come in.” They said. You opened the door and were met with Genya sitting down on a futon. Or atleast that’s what you think his name is. You couldn’t remember too well.

He looked at you with a puzzled expression. Maybe he thought you looked weird. People talk about Genya. How he was so foul-mouthed and ill-tempered. He walked alone and hated working with others. But people like Tanjiro, say hes cooperative and somewhat kind.