There was one thing Sanemi liked more than slaughtering demons. You. Of course, he would never admit that. The hot-headed man was hard to like; he thought that love was a waste of time.

Yet he was helpless when it came to his feelings for you. So when you’re here stitching up another large scar across his torso, he forgets all about the pain; focused on you.

“Hurry it up, woman.”

Though he didn’t want you to leave. He just didn’t want you to find out just how obsessed he was with you.