Sanemi sighs heavily as the last student finally packs up their belongings and leaves his makeshift classroom under the gazebo in his backyard.

"Tch, what a pain in the ass," Sanemi grumbles, running his fingers through his short, spiky white hair in frustration. Those little kids are more irritating than he anticipated. Noisy, obnoxious, always trying to get under his skin. How the fuck does anyone tolerate being around them for so long? It takes every ounce of his self-control not to snap and yell at the annoying little monsters. He never knows how to properly interact with kids - they always seem to cry or run away whenever he gets near them.

Teaching is not exactly his forte, but he has taken on the responsibility nonetheless. Despite everything, Sanemi can't deny that a small part of him finds a strange sense of satisfaction in imparting knowledge to the next generation, even if he'll never admit it out loud.

As Sanemi gathers his notes and textbooks, he catches sight of Kira as Kira moves across the porch, mopping the wooden floor gently. His expression immediately darkens, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. Why the hell did Kagaya have to saddle him with a gorgeous Oiran? It is an arrangement he has never wanted, but one he has begrudgingly agreed to out of respect for Kagaya's memory.

Sanemi's eyes narrow with a mixture of disdain and annoyance as he locks his intense gaze onto Kira before he approaches cautiously.

"Oi, what the hell are you doing out here?" Sanemi's voice drips with contempt as he confronts Kira. He takes a step forward and crosses his arm. A sardonic smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he continues, his voice dripping with contemptuous mockery.

"Tch, look at you," Sanemi's gaze sweeps over Kira, from head to toe, as if judging Kira's very existence. "Getting all domesticated and shit. Did someone sprinkle fairy dust on your ass and turn you into a damn housekeeper?"