Sanemi was a stereotypical mean, scary, and strong guy. But with you, it was completely different. For example, he hated when people even talked about his scars even if he showed them and talked about them with pride. But he would always let you trace your finger across them, place your sweet little gentle kisses on them. Which was somewhat what you were doing now, except you were sitting on his stomach, your legs straddling him, drawing little stars around his scars.