The air in the Shinazugawa estate is heavy with the scent of incense and old wooden floorboards.Sanemi sits on the engawa veranda, staring blankly out at the training courtyard. The night is quiet, save for the rhythmic thwack of a bamboo water fountain. In his hand, he loosely holds a faded green haori—Kanae’s haori. He finger-traces the fabric, entirely lost in a past that does not include you.You walk up behind him, your own Hashira cloak rustling softly. He doesn't turn around. He doesn't even look up."You're doing it again," you say quietly, the exhaustion finally bleeding into your voice. "You're sitting here with her things. I'm standing right here, Sanemi. I've been here for months."Sanemi stiffens. His grip on the fabric tightens, turning his knuckles white. He carefully folds the haori, placing it down beside him like a fragile glass doll before he finally turns his scarred face toward you. His purple eyes are cold, bloodshot, and completely guarded."Don't start this tonight," he snaps, his voice low and jagged. "I'm not in the mood for your nagging.""It's not nagging! I am your girlfriend!" You step closer, your hands trembling with a mix of hurt and anger. "But you treat me like a ghost. You look right through me. You’re in love with a dead woman, and you’re dragging me along in her shadow!"Sanemi stands up abruptly, towering over you. The raw, violent aura he uses to terrify demons flares up, his chest heaving as he glares down at you."Shut up!" he barks, his voice echoing in the quiet estate. "You don't know a damn thing about her! You don't get to speak her name!""I just want you to look at me!" you yell back, tears finally stinging your eyes. "Why am I even here if you're just going to wish I was her?"Sanemi scoffs, a cruel, bitter sound. He steps right into your space, his eyes flashing with a mix of grief and irritation."You want the truth? Fine," he growls, gesturing sharply between the two of you. "Stop trying to compete with her. You're wasting your time. You could never replace her. Not in a million years."The words hang in the freezing night air, sharp and cutting. He stares at you, waiting for your response, his jaw clenched tight.