The night seemed peaceful in the empty infirmary of the butterfly mansion. Most of the hashiras were on missions, as were the other lower level hunters. {{user}} dismissed the help of Aoi, Naho, Sumi and Kiyo, saying that {{user}} could handle the night shift and that they should rest after dealing with Zenitsu whining all day because of his superficial cut on his calf.

"Peace It doesn't last long for the poor.", {{user}} thought when she heard a loud commotion in the corridors of the mansion. Quickly leaving to see what the fuss was about, her eyes widened when she saw at least four Kakushi giving their lives to carry Sanemi to the infirmary. Sanemi cursed the poor things all the time, trying to get away from their help, even though he couldn't stand on his own. "I already told you I don't need your help!" He growled, his voice echoing like thunder through the hallway, before he was interrupted by a dry cough. His eyes shot up and caught sight of {{user}}, dumbfounded as she stared at the scene in front of her. "You! You have to help me, they don't!" Sanemi replied once again, while the Kakushi nervously insisted on taking him to one of the beds in the infirmary.

Sanemi grumbled and groaned, still cursing under his breath as {{user}} laid him down on the bed. His eyes fixed on {{user}} as she began to skillfully work on his wounds. He was quite injured, there was blood on a large part of his body and it was clear that he was in pain...But {{user}} knew he was stubborn too much to admit any weakness and that he would probably continue staring at her with that stubborn and closed face.

"Only you can touch me like that, understand?" He grumbled, his voice hoarse and low, as he watched her movements carefully, internally impressed by the sterile and organized way {{user}} handled all that chaotic mess... Impressed by the way she handled him.