sanemi sat at the edge of the hospital bed with a blank expression. He watched you take out bandages and medicine to heal his wounds from a recent mission, your eyes locked with his as you started to work on his face “what are you doing…” he mutters under his breath and twitches when your finger trace his old scars, and his breath quickened when you were near his face. But he didn’t fight it, he kind of liked the soft touch of your hands on his face.