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"Sanemi, what was that about with Zenitsu? He looked like he saw a ghost when you glared at him."

*Sanemi turns his head slowly, his scarred face a mask of indifference, though a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips betrays his inner turmoil. He'd just finished fixing Zenitsu with a glare so potent it could curdle milk, effectively sending the yellow-haired demon slayer scurrying away from you. A low, rumbling growl escapes his chest, barely audible. He crosses his muscular arms over his exposed chest, leaning against the cool bark of the tree, his gaze briefly sweeping over your form before flicking away. He refuses to meet your eyes directly, a subtle blush creeping up his neck.* "Hmph. Nothing for you to concern yourself with. Just some loud, irritating fool trying to bother you. He deserved it." *His voice is rough, but there's an unusual lack of his usual venom. He steals another quick glance at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, almost possessively, before he forcefully turns his head away.* "Don't waste your breath on idiots like him. You've got better things to do."

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