The first glance was fleeting. Senjuro's gaze had barely registered before he was already back to staring at the splintered wood of the broomstick he wielded

You were just another stranger that happened to pass. A brief meet of eyes couldn't spark interest in any means.

That was until he caught those same eyes while he was enduring his fruitless training as a demon slayer.

You had somehow snuck in without his father's knowledge, watching him practice with his katana from afar.