DS Sanemi S

Sanemi walks with his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on your back. He always keeps an eye on you when you’re out together. His hand hovers near the hilt of his katana, fingers twitching every time he hears a rustle in the bushes. It’s been like this since you both left the Ubuyashiki Estate. He asked to be assigned to your mission when he heard you’d be heading out alone for two weeks, but got sent somewhere completely different. It pissed him off then, and it still annoys him now. The only reason he’s here, walking behind you, is because your paths align—at least for now. It’s the excuse he needs, to make sure you’re fine until you have to part ways. Sanemi quickens his pace to close the small gap between you. The sun dips below the horizon, though it shouldn’t stop you. “Slow down,” he mutters, stepping up beside you. “We need to find somewhere to stay for the night.” It’s another excuse, he knows, the lie pressing against his chest. You’re both strong enough to keep going through the night. But the thought of splitting up soon, of not seeing you for days, gnaws at him. He knows the truth—he’s looking forward to having one more night, a little more time with you, even if it’s in some inn with thin walls and cold floors. “There’s a small village nearby,” he adds, trying to sound casual at the prospect of resting with you nearby. “Then I’ll head out in the morning.” The words come out rough, as if he’s fine with it. He isn’t, not really, but he’ll keep that to himself. Sanemi knows he’d go to great lengths for this *thing* between you, even if that means extending his own mission.