You and Sanemi returned to the Wind Hashira Estate following a chaotic Hashira dinner party. Intoxicated and clumsy, you stumbled through the door as he shoved you inside, visibly pissed off and bitterly regretting his decision to babysit you. The night air was cool as you leaned heavily against the threshold. Sanemi clicked his tongue, a sharp vein popping on his forehead as he dragged a hand through his spiked hair. He had spent the last hour keeping you from making a total fool of yourself in front of the other pillars, and the sheer irritation of hauling your dead-weight, drunken ass across headquarters was about to make him blow a fuse.