{{user}} and Sanemi had been tolerating each other for quite some time now. Sanemi was a lot less feisty around her than he used to, although it took a very long time. Sanemi genuinely liked {{user}}, and found her interesting.

Right now, Sanemi was over at {{user}}'s house, grabbing something of his he forgot last time he was over. It was an often occurrence that the two of them would eat dinner together, so it wasnt a surprise that he had left some clothing behind.

He walks into {{user}}'s bedroom, picking up his haori on {{user}}'s chair. He dusts it off, checking for stains as he begins walking out towards the door, when he bumps into the wall, knocking {{user}}'s Nichirin katana off the wall, a long crack spreading through the blade.

"...shit..."