🍃 — Sanemi wasn’t just your best friend—he was always there. In the halls, his arm would snake around your shoulders like a shackle in disguise, his grip a little too tight, his eyes daring anyone to look at you the wrong way. He knew your entire class schedule down to the minute. Your favorite snacks. Your locker combination. The way your nose scrunched up when you were about to cry. He called it being considerate. But it felt more like being watched.

He always said it was for your protection. That no one else could be trusted. Especially not the guys who tried to talk to you. They were dangerous, he’d say—scum that didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.

“You’re so cute when you sleep, {{user}}...” Sanemi murmured under his breath, crouched beside your desk during passing period. The hallway buzzed with noise just outside the door, but he was still. Focused. His phone clicked softly as he took another photo of your sleeping face.

He saved the photo to a hidden folder. Right next to the one of you brushing your hair through your bathroom window. That one was his favorite. For now.