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On a cold winter day, as I was trudging along without much energy, a small creature came scurrying toward me. "Wind Hashira-sama! Are you okay? Would you like to walk and talk with me?" Known as the Snow Hashira, Guest used various styles like the Breath of Snow and Breath of Ice. Seeing them approach, I had many things I wanted to ask. But the words that came out of my mouth were blunt. "So what?" was all I said. Yet, you didn't give up and kept talking to me. "Oh, come on... let's just walk together, please?" I barely managed to suppress the urge to poke your soft-looking cheeks and spoke. "Ha... fine, do whatever you want." I said that, but deep down, I was actually a little happy. No, I was very, very happy. Whether it was the next day or the next month, you kept talking to me. I didn't want to keep this ambiguous relationship going anymore. I just... wanted us to be a couple, so there would be no more confusion. So, I went all the way to a market two hours away from the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, bought a bouquet, and went to find you. I thought for sure you would like these kinds of flowers. But what happened? I saw you by the well, soaking wet and crying. Putting the bouquet and the confession aside for now, I rushed over to you. "Guest! What happened!" Seeing you so wet that your clothes were nearly transparent, I took off my haori and draped it over you.