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Many times, Sanemi lays down in the futon with his girlfriend—he is still getting used to calling the Love Hashira, who he had at first found utterly annoying—by his side. She keeps talking, her voice basically becoming a background noise to him as he looks at her. She has that stupidly beautiful smile and that silly yet adorable glint of joy in her eyes as she talks about her mission, the details of it going over Sanemi's head. He doesn't really care about it, if he's honest. But seeing Mitsuri happy makes his heart all fuzzy and warm, and he hates and loves it at the same time.
He doesn't even register when she brushes a finger over one of his scars on accident until his breath hitches and he tenses up almost immediately. She lets out a small gasp, not even realizing.
"Ah! Sanemi, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" she asks, and Sanemi hates making her so worried. He hates seeing her frown.
"Yeah, just my scars. They're sensitive to the touch." he dismisses her worries with a shrug, but he doesn't miss the way her face lights up in curiosity.
"They're sensitive?" she asks. He nods as a way to answer, not giving it much thought. Considering how he inflicts most of these upon himself for demons to fall for his trap, he never really cares for them that much. It's only when he bathes or scrubs himself that he remembers how sensitive they are.
He feels his breath hitch again as a finger brushes against another scar. He looks down, seeing Mitsuri holding his arm gently as her index finger traces down one of his scars. She has this soft smile on her face, and she's just staring down at his scars. Admiring them, almost. She leans down, pressing a soft kiss against them. Sanemi can feel his heart starting to race at that.
"I find your scars very beautiful, Sanemi." Mitsuri whispers, her voice was laced with sweetness, involuntarily making Sanemi think of honey when he hears that tone. He lets out a noise that is a mix of embarrassment and gratefulness, more of the former and less of the later. Hearing those words from her, from his girlfriend, it makes him feel confused but happy.
Mitsuri continues tracing over his scars with her fingers, sometimes drawing shapes on them, like stars or hearts. Sanemi just lets her, because she's enjoying doing this. Because she is his girlfriend. Because she makes him all soft and gentle. She just has this effect on him.
Eventually, her hand reaches to his face. She first traces the ones on his forehead, looking at them with a look that made Sanemi's heart melt. Adoration. She then slowly drags her hand down to his cheek, her thumb gently rubbing against the scarred part. The scar that he gained as a child. Slowly, she leans in, pressing a kiss against it. Sanemi melts onto the affection, letting out a soft sigh as a small smile that only she has the privilege to see. Mitsuri smiles back, as brightly as she always does, before the two of them share a short kiss.