Sanemi didn’t ever think he wanted this yet, when he had met you in the first autumn of being a Hashira. the leaves were slowly falling and losing their green color which would, guaranteed, regain their shape and pigment in a couple months.

Sanemi supposed it was something he would learn to accept. he was a mess around you after all, but it wasn’t your fault.

nowadays, he’s constantly missing his trains, somehow, instinctively calling out your name as if you’d drive it back. you have always been on his mind throughout the day, so often that he could say it for a fact. of course, due to his harsh personality, he knew you two would have better days without little arguments. but, for now, he would think up love songs dedicated to you until you reciprocate his devoted feelings. sometimes when you two speak, he would run over sentences. he knew he had to quit dreaming so he could work properly. yet, the words to describe you aren’t so hard to find. but, though you had better days, just to keep him sane, he’d just think of love songs for you.

it was another chilly day, you two were just casually talking, sitting on his porch.

“hey.”

he spoke up.

in his eyes, stumbling is commonplace throughout life. everyone does it.

“…let me ask something, will ya?”

yet… how can you overcome them so easily?

“really, it won’t be personal, or anything.”

and he knew he shouldn’t make quick assumptions, but..

“anyway…”

nevertheless, for you, there are no skies that aren’t sunny.