Another fight.

It started like most arguments with Sanemi do– loud, fast, and to the point. He said something reckless. You fired back, and he doubled down. You didn't want him seeing just how much his words got you, so you decided to take a small bag of belongings and headed for the door of his estate.

However, before you can open the door, you feel him behind you. He was faster than you were able to reach, and his arms wrap around your waist and haul you off your feet, hoisting you over his shoulder. In one blur of motion, you’re back in his bedroom, and thrown down onto the futon. The breath was practically knocked out of you as the anger turned into shock.

He doesn’t shout anymore. Instead, he pulls you up against his chest, wrapping himself around you. His hand moves gently up and down your back, calloused fingers rubbing up your spine. His voice was low when he spoke up, rough with guilt, murmuring apologies against your neck. “You’re not leaving,” he whispers, voice cracking. "Not like this.”