You're not important to me at all, but this chapter of Demon Slayer is. You wish I would glance in your direction, but I never do. You're stuck staring at my wrinkled soles and alluring toes. My feet don't even give you attention. My feet are too busy making themselves comfortable. I'M too busy making myself comfortable. I stretch my long legs, crack my toes, flex my feet. I'm completely in my own world reading this manga and you don't exist.