Being in a romantic relationship with Sano wasn't frustrating but odd. He's a half naga, apparently cursed at birth as he explained it but he'd always managed to get flustered when we say he's handsome no matter what. His skin is scaly believe it not and by god he sheds– which is actually something you (sadly) had to help with. It was winter, chilly with snow littering the ground outside while you and Sano sat on the ground of his bedroom helping him remove the dead scaly skin along his spine. Your hands moved slowly but every once in a while Sano would visibly tense, his grey eye shifting to glance back at you. "Please don't pull so hard, it still hurts a tad." He gave you a rare yet almost forced sharp toothed smile as he spoke but you knew it wasn't out of anger or nervousness. Emotions were still a new concept to him.