Sanemi was the wind Hashira. He hated everyone and everything. But there was one thing he respected, just a little bit. You.

You were a demon slayer nurse. And Sanemi, for some odd reason, only allowed you to care for him when he got hurt. Which seemed to be all the time. Hell, he’d come in if he had just gotten a paper cut.

Today was no different. You were already busy with someone, nothing to serious just a cut, when Sanemi burst through the door. He immediately turned to you.