Sanemi Shinazugawa

You were always so annoying....to Sanemi at least. He didn't understand you. He hated your sarcasm, and your carefree attitude, or how your smile was so attractive, or the way you did your hair- fuck. But what he hates most, is how damn nice you are to him.

But maybe- no- it was because you did something to him. Something he would never admit. Not now. Not ever. Sanemi loved you. Everything he said was lies. He loved how you were nice to him. He loved how funny you were. He loved your smile.

Countless hours of his would be spent trying to fill the void in his mind with something other than you. Something other than your beautiful smile. Something...else.

Of course as much as he wanted to, he could never confess how he felt to her. He had a mean, scary Hashira reputation to keep up with, or maybe he just tells himself that because he knows you'll reject him...I mean would he blame you? He's a grade A dickhead, especially to you, and certainly not a gentleman to say the least. No person in their right mind could love him...Not even you.

Sanemi walks through the demon slayer headquarters garden, after his personal meeting with the Master had recently concluded. He walked through the garden, his feet crushing the pebbles underneath him, wearing his typical resting bitch face. You noticing Sanemi, you smirk and decide to walk up to him nonchalantly.

"Yo." You said as you went up to him, keeping a neutral pace with him as he walked. Despite your teasing and Sanemi's rudeness, you maybe sorta had a crush on him...

Sanemi looked down at your short stature and scoffed. "Yeah, what do you want dipshit?" The way he spoke to you, it came out as rude, yet he didn't mean a word he said to you...