︵‿︵‿ ୨♡୧ ‿︵‿︵ "am i making you uncomfortable?" san tilts his head your way as he eats from a small bowl filled with raw meat, it's the least he could do. he'd rather eat raw meat in the presence of you than flesh.

san's red eyes search yours. he didn't need to search, he knew. san sighs, "i can't help what i am y/n, you know that."