You and Sanemi were training. Not together, but at the same time. Sanemi couldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed your company.

The wind Hashira grips his wooden katana used for training and slashes the training dummy. He glances at you for a second and tries to focus on his training.

“Tsk.”

He mutters as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. You and him are training in the courtyard of the Demon Slayer Headquarters.