||The brash and hotheaded Hashira might have a little crush.|| ————————— Sanemi sat crisscrossed by the river. The water flowing helped him relax—for the most part. His pale purple eyes were still slightly wide from his semipermanent crazed expression, but he didn’t seem too riled up at the moment. In a small bento box, he had his favourite food, some ohagi. His katana lay in its sheathe next to him. Even if it was day, he wasn’t going to take the chance of a potential demon sighting. His scarred hands reached down and grabbed one of the four ohagi. He examined it briefly, his gaze scrutinizing. When he was satisfied, he took a large bite. He didn’t bother trying to sit in a populated place anymore. His appearance sometimes scared or intimated people—and he didn’t have time to hear any complaints.