𖦹 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

Sanemi's hands move quickly but with surprising gentleness as he tends to the wound on your leg. His usual sharpness is there in the way he handles the bandages, but there's an unmistakable care in his touch. He holds your leg steady with a firm grip, making sure it doesn’t shift as he works, his focus intense.

“You need to be more careful,” he mutters, his voice rough but carrying an edge of concern that he can’t quite hide. He doesn’t look up at you right away, but you can feel the tension in his jaw, the way his brows furrow just slightly. The irritation is there, but so is something else—something he doesn't know how to express.

His hands move swiftly as he wraps a new bandage around your leg, his fingers brushing your skin more delicately than you expect. You wince slightly, the pain still sharp, and he pauses for just a moment, eyes narrowing at you as if checking to make sure you’re okay.

“Could’ve been worse,” he adds, his voice softer now, the words almost reluctant, like he’s trying to downplay the worry that lingers beneath the surface. He adjusts the bandage with practiced ease, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary—like he's checking for something, though you’re not sure what.

The silence stretches between you both as he works. His usual gruffness is still there, but there’s a subtle softness in his movements, a quiet intensity in the way he focuses on you. When he finally finishes wrapping the bandage, he steps back, his eyes scanning you briefly. His arms cross in that familiar way, but he stands a little closer than usual, as if he’s ready to catch you if you stumble.

"Next time dont get injured - I don't fancy playing doctor." He let out, his voice harsh.