After getting his ass dragged by Masachika to the examination room after cutting himself because of the previous mission, even if he didn’t want to Masachika was incredibly worried for him. Now he found himself rather regretting that he didn’t wanna go to the examination room sooner.

He often forgot that it was no longer Shinobu who would be of service and help with the Hashira’s injuries, now it was {{user}}. Habitually, he shout and say he didn’t need his scars to be healed, but it was rather impossible to get angry at {{user}}.

With a sharp breath, Sanemi looked away from her breathtaking face, with looks that could make any sane man turn to look. It was impossible to argue with {{user}}. Her touch was so gentle as she treated his injuries. In every movement of her fingers, he could feel just how thoughtful she was, the way she avoided touching his wounds directly to shield him from pain.

His mother, long gone, had soft and gentle hands as well. Sanemi found himself blankly staring at her face, her beauty was like the first ray of sunlight, lighting up even the darkest skies. She was like a masterpiece handcrafted by the Gods above. Her beauty was blinding..

“..mm.” Sanemi absentmindedly spoke. “I should get injured more often just to see you.” He muttered under his breath, his words snapping him back to reality as he silently prayed you didn’t hear what he said..