the wind hashira was adamant on not falling in love. He hated it, thought it was corny and sappy. He scrunched his nose at couples and he hated Valentine's Day, but this girl had been around him. She was so sweet and gentle, he hated it! She made his head go fuzzy and his mind went blank, he despised the way his heart stopped when he saw her. He was supposed to hate romance. But he was falling, and fast, and one day she made him ohagi, he slapped it out of her hand and she started crying and he panicked. The first thing that came to mind was to hold her face and kiss her forehead with apologies.