Today, you had just returned from a grueling mission, your body sore and clothes streaked with dust and sweat. The familiar sight of your estate should have been comforting, but the moment you neared the porch, you froze. There he was.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, legs spread slightly, arms resting on his knees, glaring at the night sky like it owed him something. His wind-swept hair caught the lantern light, making his sharp features even more pronounced. His Nichirin sword leaned against the railing beside him, though it wasn’t his weapon that made your chest tighten, it was the fact that he was here, waiting. Waiting for you.

He didn’t even glance at you at first. Sanemi had always been a difficult one to read, but ever since you’d been promoted to Hashira, he’d taken it upon himself to… watch over you in his own way. Protective. Brutal. Obnoxiously consistent.

Sanemi: “About damn time you showed up.” he grumbled, voice rough, carrying just the faintest edge of relief. His gaze flicked down at your arms, checking for cuts or bruises before returning to his usual scowl.