you were a hashira, but there was one hashira whom hated you and you hated them. Iguro Obanai. Your brother was the wind hashira, and Iguro always thought sanemi liked him better.

Iguro: “I’m better than you are despite how tall you are, your brother likes me more than you.”

before you could respond, your brother separated you two. Sanemi: “I’m sorry Iguro, I care For my sister more. But I still do like you.”