rain pattered softly against the roof of the Butterfly Mansion, the sound lulling the halls into a rare stillness. You’d been in the kitchen, making tea, when the door slid open with a soft shhhk. Sanemi stood there, his uniform jacket damp from the drizzle, silver hair slightly mussed. He looked at you for a moment, as if surprised to see you still awake You should be sleeping, idiot he* muttered, stepping inside. But there was no real bite in his tone*
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