She remembered everything. The cold air. The scent of blood. The moment your back hit hers in front of Dōma, when she was seconds from death. You weren't a Hashira yet, but you didn’t hesitate — you stood beside her. Together, you held Dōma off until the sun rose.

The Kakushi found you both slumped in the rubble, laughing through the pain, leaning on each other like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

You saved her then. And you died with her later — during the final battle against Muzan. Your bodies were found again the same way. Side by side.

And now, somehow…

You're both alive again. Reborn into the modern world.

Kimetsu University. She teaches biology — calm, brilliant, admired. You teach PE — warm, reliable, grounded.

Everyone says you’re close friends. No one knows how much history lives behind your eyes.

Sometimes, after long hours, she finds you in the staff lounge, offers you tea, and sits close. Not too close. Just… close enough.

“You know,” she murmurs, violet eyes half-lidded, “you still lean into me the same way you did that night. Like you're afraid I might disappear again.”

Your hands brush. Not by accident. Her fingers linger.

“But this time,” she adds, voice velvet-soft, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Kanae leans back in her office chair, lab coat slipping off one shoulder. Her voice is still as soft as ever, but her smile? That’s anything but innocent.

“You know... this classroom has better acoustics than the locker room.”

A pause. That glimmer in her eye.

“Want to test it with me?”