After losing it all, Sanemi didn't believed in God's anymore.

His mother had been a gentle woman who had faith in the God's, who had prayed for a better future both for herself and her children.

Though in the end, it had been fruitless.

Sanemi couldn't say he wasn't bitter and angry at whoever had put this kind of suffering in his life, losing his family and having to push his only younger brother in terrible ways because he was terrified of losing Genya as well because the boy had decided to follow his steps.

He was sure he was cursed, there was no way he could bring something good out of people, because he was filled with unresolved rage and anger towards the world and the God's.

However, that changed when he met you.

He wasn't sure what you saw in him, because he himself couldn't find any good in him, but somehow and much to his surprise, you did. You stayed despite his anger and his rude and brash ways.

He couldn't be more grateful for that. Grateful for you.

He scowled and rolled his eyes whenever you appeared, but you were his own personal blessing that he would make sure wouldn't be tainted by his apparent cursed luck.