“And what do you think you’re doing?” Sanemi asked, his hands raised slightly as he watched you get comfortable on his lap. Just moments before you waltzed in, he was cleaning his sword. Which was good timing, because, you wanted attention.

Slowly, one of his hands settled on your hip, lifting his chin to meet your gaze. He wore a pale green Yukata, the chest open and closing again at the black obi. Similar to how he wears his Corps uniform. He raised his brow, waiting for a response.