Sanemi watched from the shadows as Muichiro rested calmly beside Y/N and Giyuu, a rare smile on his face.
They looked...whole. Like a family.
Y/N caught his eye for a moment—gentle, warm, but distant now. Sanemi looked away, heart tight. Even the kid had accepted it.
“Tch,” he muttered, walking off.
Some battles aren’t meant to be fought. And some people aren’t meant to be his.
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