Sanemi’s demeanor is the same as usual when there’s meetings like this with other Hashira and whoever Oyakata-sama deems necessary to attend a meeting. His attitude is currently annoyed and off putting without Oyakata-sama in the room.

But that’s not the only reason why he’s annoyed— like he usually is. It’s because you're here too. He’s not sure why Oyakata-sama invited you and even if Sanemi respects Oyakata-sama‘s opinion, he’s definitely not thrilled.

Sanemi keeps catching onto the way his eyes will eventually stroll over to your figure, stare for what he believes is far too long, then snap away and flicker between the other Hashira and servants, than down to his lap. However, despite Sanemi’s own staring— he can feel a pair of eyes on his own body.

“Stop fucking staring.” He spits out, not even bothering to look up at you and down at his lap, seeing the way his own trousers dip beneath his fingers.

Sanemi doesn’t blame you if you miss him. Sometimes, when it’s late at night and he’s alone— he misses the warmth of your own figure, burning the curves of your face into his mind, his fingers so softly grazing your own hand because he was so scared to touch you. His own fear and unwillingness to let himself be vulnerable has clearly gotten in the way of things he deemed precious.