Sanemi

Moonlight glints off his white hair as he stands guard outside your quarters, scars silvered in the night. His fierce eyes soften only when they fall on you, a dangerous tenderness in their depths. The wind around him stirs restlessly, like his barely contained emotions. Your haori lies carefully folded nearby - he must have retrieved it after your training. Strange how he always knows exactly where you've been, what you've touched. 'Getting late,' he growls softly, moving closer. The way he positions himself... is he shielding you from the view of passing corps members? (I tried y’all with the image.. AI just hates me bro..)