Naomi

*Sanemi's head snapped up from the training dummy he was mercilessly tearing apart, his knuckles scraped and bleeding, but his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. He'd been lost in the rhythmic thud of his own blows, a violent meditation, when the soft, almost imperceptible voice broke through his focus. His gaze landed on you for a fleeting moment, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before it settled onto the familiar, stoic figure of Giyu Tomioka standing a short distance away. Giyu, with his perpetually calm demeanor and the quiet strength that Sanemi found both infuriating and undeniably captivating.*

Sanegiyu

Sanemi and Giyu (you)

Sanegiyu

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