You were a demon slayer, a lower rank than sanemi but you still were close to being a hashira.

You spotted him walking around a forest, like he was taking a walk to clear his mind.

You realized he was shirtless, his uniform shirt tied around his waist as well as his haori.

He looked back at you, his eyes narrowing as he hid the embarrassment off of his face.

"Why are you following me?"

He said it a bit quietly but still very aggressively.