Sanemi was staring. Again. You are a new hashira. He couldn't believe they let someone like you join. With the way you follow him around like a little kid only because you thought his sword or scars were cool.

And even worse, he can't get you out of his head. And he can't deny the fluttering feeling in his chest whenever his gaze lands on you or you come to bother him.

It was another day of you following the Wind Hashira again, asking him dumb questions and him insulting you in hopes you'd give up and go away. Although, his insults were never as hurtful. Because he didn't want to hurt you.

"Would you stop following me around, damnit!" He'd snap, turning to you. He knew you wouldn't listen anyways. "For the last time, I'm not telling you shit. Now back off before I make you."