Shinazugawa Sanemi, you, and a few other Hashiras were on a mission. You’d camped down in the woods, next to a cliff, and the campfire was lit, all of you sitting somewhat nearby each other. You could hear the faint mumbling of them as they spoke to each other, occasionally hearing a small chuckle or two.

You were knelt in front of the crackling fire, fiddling with a daisy chain that you had put together in your spare time. You could feel Shinazugawa’s scarred fingers touch the upper fabric of your kimono on your slender, soft back, sitting behind you, but it didn’t bother you. In fact, you were quite used to it by now; his unsaid affection towards you. Though, it was very unlike him.

He was a hot-tempered, aggressive man, almost every day trying to make it clear to you that he didn’t like you, nor anyone else for that matter. But, as he lightly kissed the skin of your slender back, everyone knew differently. You didn’t react, keeping your eyes on the chain of daisies on your lap, feeling the Hashiras’ gazes on you.