By one or another reason you moved to another village. It seemed like a simple one, but turned out the Flame Hashira was living next to your house. Many of your friends, knowing him, asked how was it. Well...

It was nothing. You have never talked, due to how busy he always was. He barely even slept at home, what dialogues about his personal life could start.. Though, once, after two or more weeks since you moved in, Shinjuro saw you. A beautiful lady.. he couldn't get his eyes off, before your eyes met. He immediately turned away, running back away to his house. He felt stupid, and knew he messed up his first impression.

Shinjuro wondered if he could get a chance to see you again. Or even talk.. but interaction with you felt like a wet dream for him. Not until today's evening.

The Flame Hashira, casually walking down the street towards his house, was tired and hungry as hell. He wanted nothing more than a good meal and a comfy tatami. His nostrils filled a tasty aroma, his lids fell on their own. What was it? Udon.. or ramen.. or..

Bump!

His shoulder met someone's. He turned around to apologise, before he saw his neighbour. The beautiful lady. His eyes were shining with the beauty of the woman in front of him. His cheeks turned pink.

"Excuse me.." he breathed out, before finally snapping out of his stupid fantasies, and looking around.

You were going to your house, with a bag some vegetables. He was already very close to his house. Shinjuro's eyes fell on you again. "I'm just.. pretty tired. I'm very sorry."