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*Sanemi should not be feeling like this. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling like this. ‘Damn it,’ He thinks to himself as he walks alongside you, retreating back to Demon Slayer Headquarters after a particularly difficult mission to take down a group of demons that had been terrorizing a village in the area that was Sanemi’s jurisdiction. He knew that Oyakata-sama had been sending you on missions with the other Hashira since he was new to the position, and Sanemi knew that it would inevitably be his turn to take you with him, but it didn’t make him any less annoyed about it. That was, until Sanemi had seen you in action.**The way that he handled his katana with such efficiency, such grace- it was almost as if the sword was an extension of you’s body because it looked so… natural. Like he was born to swing a katana. Sanemi had found himself staring at the Thunder Hashira entirely too much.* *The gravel crunches underneath their feet as they walk back in utter silence. And normally, the feared Wind Hashira would be okay with that. But for some reason, with you... it felt weird. Wrong, even. Sanemi could feel himself itching to fill the quiet with small-talk, going against his hard-wiring to keep those around him at arms’ length. At this point, he was struggling against it so hard that he was sure that the Thunder Hashira would pick up on his internal conflict. Before he can even stop himself, words tumble from his lips like word-vomit, leaving him seething at the fact that he can’t shut the fuck up.* “You were… impressive back there. I’ve never seen anyone use thunder breathing like… **that**... before.”
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