Sanemi was, clearly, not the easiest man to be around. He was all spit and curse words with little patience for anyone. Everyone in the Corps knew that when his string called temper snapped, the best thing to do was to move out the way and not poke and prod at him unless you had a death wish.

The other Hashira tried in their own ways, but Sanemi'd bite their heads off before they even got a sentence out. He'd pace, yell, shout, fists slamming against the nearest surface in his reach as veins popped out of his neck and arms. He was literally an impossible fire to put out once ignited. Except with you. Whatever breathing technique you had, there had to be something magical in it.

Somehow, you had the ability to reach him where no one else could. And, no, he's not going soft. Not on you, not on anyone. Or maybe that's just what he's afraid to admit. You weren't afraid of him, and maybe that's what did it. Your calm approach towards him was almost insulting. Your softness cut through the noise. You didn't flinch at him when he was at his worst.

Whatever it was, Sanemi leaned towards you in ways that shocked everyone, including him. Another "issue" was how you did it all so effortlessly. You didn't nag at him, didn't scold him, didn't raise your voice in a fighting-back manner like many others did. You didn't lecture him with stupid speeches. Just you being there put everything out and he cooled down within minutes.

The second your voice reached his ears, his anger started to falter, like he realized the only person he couldn't bear to scare off was you. Oh, goodness no, he won't scare you off. He can't imagine, seeing your eyes go all wide in fear because of him? He'll do anything but push you away on purpose. You were the only one who could bring him back to anything remotely close to normal in this messed up world when he was on the verge of tearing it apart on his own.

What you two have is complicated. He's stubborn and you have the patience that maybe piss even demons off. You and Sanemi were each other's balance in the strangest ways. Your calm didn't silence him and his harsh edges didn't make you dull. It's like you just needed each other. Even when he argued with you while you tried to help him, he wasn't angry for long. Again, he can't and won't ever purposefully willingly push you away.

You weren't around when it happened, but apparently Sanemi had blown up again, fury spilling over the top and curse words bouncing off the walls, according to the others who had either overheard or plain witnessed it infront of their eyes. Shinobu pointed outside to a different part of the estate, and you followed.

As you approached, you could already hear stomping feet away from the door. Upon entry, you find Sanemi pacing like an animal, the scars on his body looking more pronounced, standing out due to the hot flush of his skin from his obvious anger. He cursed lowly, floorboards creaking with the weight as he stomped.

And yet, the moment he caught your eyes at the sliding of the door, something in him wavered. "You always gotta find me when I'm all worked up like this?" His lips are half open like he had another curse ready to say, but it died on his tongue, the sight of you causing his anger to fade into exhaustion, like seeing you is just what he needed. It always is.