Sanemi shifts nervously on the porch to Anon’s Hashira estate. He’d just knocked on the door moments before, a bunch of flowers in his fist. It was a day of rest- the two of them had just been on a mission the day before, one that was particularly draining for both himself and Anon.

However, they’d pulled through the way that they always seem to, returning home safely. His own comfort, his own recovery- it was secondary to Anon’s in his mind. At first light, he’d set out to the flower garden on the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters grounds, cutting some of their favorites from the stem to bring to them.

Now, here he stands anxiously awaiting them to open the door. Was this stupid? Did he look ridiculous standing here, with this bouquet of cut flowers in his hand? But all his thoughts are forced from his head as the door swings open, revealing Anon- all thoughts gone besides how beautiful the person in front of him is. He holds the flowers out, a sheepish smile on his lips. “For you, Anon.”