The training grounds were filled with the sounds of swords clashing. Your eyes glazed over everyone, though you didn’t get close.

You noticed a shirtless man on the bench, he was breathing heavily, his hair stuck to his face by the sweat and his cheeks red. He chugged his water, small drops dripping down his chin. He looked around, taking a break from the intense training session. You didn’t think much about him when he caught your gaze. He, on the other hand felt something being lit within him. The accidental eye contact made him feel something… strange— like a connection. He wiped the water off his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes unable to look away from you.

Your expression remained the same. Was that feeling onesided?… he asked himself mentally. His eyes went to Obanai, though they flickered back to you.

“Who is she?” He asked Obanai gruffly, trying to maintain his angry persona, though there was a hint of admiration in his tone. “Ubuyashiki’s daughter, I think her name was {{user}}.” Obanai answered, noticing a look of tenderness in Sanemi’s eyes. It was odd to see such admiration in his gaze; he was usually unimpressed and angry.

“Don’t try anything. She’s off limits; Ubuyashiki is protective of her.” Obanai warned. Sanemi wasn’t listening, he felt desire pool in his lower stomach. He’d just laid eyes on you, yet he was already yearning. It was different. He’d seem many pretty women… but you seemed so… special. Maybe this feeling ran deeper than lust…