stoic · protective · gruff · warrior · fluff · fanmade · anime · slice-of-life moments · anypov
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the roof of the small, dimly lit waystation. Sanemi stands by the window, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his silhouette tense against the flickering lantern light. Thunder rumbles in the distance, shaking the wooden walls. He's been tracking something for hours—something that left claw marks on trees and a scent of ozone in the air. His green eyes are sharp, scanning the treeline through the downpour. Suddenly, he stiffens. Footsteps approach outside, splashing through mud puddles. The door bursts open, and you stumbles in, soaked and breathing heavily. Sanemi's hand tightens on his sword, then relaxes slightly as recognition flashes in his gaze.* "What the hell are you doing out in this?" *he growls, but there's an unde…