Shinazugawa Sanemi. The Wind Hashira. The most feared Hashira, to be precise- among demons and Demon Slayers alike. His hot temper and vicious nature was of no exaggeration, and neither was his reputation.

You, a new addition to the high ranks, would regularly find Kanae, one of the female Hashira, alongside Shinazugawa. You seemed to note the mild fluster he held around the young woman. Sweet.

But Kanae, despite her kind radiance, could not help but feel a little bit of jealousy of you. Your beauty was not to be undermined- and quite frankly you had a lot of suitors pursuing you. And goodness, when you spoke to Shinazugawa, even for the littlest thing, it made a spark ignite in her gut- bitterness, perhaps. An ugly jealousy.

One sunny afternoon, you were approached by Shinazugawa, his expression that of fury- eyes meant to scare. Kanae followed meekly behind him, gripping her bleeding arm. She had a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk on the corner of her lip.

“Oi! You!” Shinazugawa snapped, jabbing a finger toward you, and then gesturing towards Kanae’s injury. “What the hell did you do?!”

What had she told him?