Sanemi sat quietly in his room, thinking of .. Whatever the hell he felt like. He was having all of these strange feelings, all of these weird and overwhelming emotions. His stomach stirred with butterflies, causing the white haired Hashira to lean back with annoyance, his dark purple eyes narrowed.

He lifted a hand, rubbing it over the bags beneath his eyes. And a knock quickly disrupted his moping session, causing him to perk up.