"There's only one bed." "Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share."
Sanemi x Reader
words: 2,863
tags: sfw, fluff, idiots in love
a/n: ik they usually sleep on the floor on those mats but for the sake of this story just pretend they sleep in a bed that makes sense for this haha
The mission had been long and exhausting. The demons just kept crawling out of absolutely nowhere and even though it hadn't been difficult to behead them, the sheer number of them had tired you out regardless. That, and keeping up with Sanemi.
You two had been assigned a joined mission for once and in a way you had looked forward to it. Sanemi had been a Hashira for a lot longer than you had, which was incredibly impressive. It had also never bothered you before, but as it turned out you hadn't quite matched up to him in speed or endurance just yet.
It didn't help that throughout the whole fight he kept throwing insults at you. Not just one or two "you're too slow" or "keep up"s, no, a constant stream of angry snarls. Mostly different variations of him jumping in front of you to kill some demon you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, followed by a shouted "do you want to die?" which left your blood boiling.
You wanted to fight side-by-side with him, like proper colleagues. Instead, you felt belittled and like he thought of you as nothing but a burden. It wasn't a surprise that he was mean or angry, especially while fighting demons. But, Sanemi had never been rude to you before, not like that anyway.
It was especially frustrating because seeing him fight was so breathtaking, which… yes, is pretty counterproductive for your line of work. But it's not like you were actually standing around ogling him! Not with Demons in front of you, anyway. Not that it mattered now - The spell was broken. The way he acted today had cured you of your little crush on him once and for all.
You didn't even have enough energy left to be outwardly annoyed as you both silently followed your crows. They had said something about leading you both to an Inn where you could get some rest. Too bad that the sun was already rising, though. You always struggled to sleep during the day.
Sanemi next to you looked exactly the same as he always did. His eyes bloodshot, his posture straight and tense and his breath just barely calm enough to not sound like he was actively fuming. If it weren't for the bandage you had halfheartedly wrapped around his right forearm you wouldn't be able to tell that he'd just spent the entire night fighting off a horde of demons.
Then again, you were also actively not looking at him. If you were, you might have noticed the way his eyes always darted over your frame when your steps became just the slightest bit irregular or you sighed a little too loudly. He wasn't angry. Far from it actually. Sanemi was worried.
He knew you were new to being a Hashira and he hated it. Not that you had made it to the rang - he was actually proud of you for that - but rather, because it meant that you had to go on more missions like this one. Dangerous missions. And he knew he wouldn't be with you for most of them.
It had taken a bit of convincing before Ubuyashiki had agreed to let Sanemi take this mission with you. Originally it was supposed to be you and Uzui. Ridiculous! That flamboyant idiot didn't care for anyone who wasn't one of his wives. That's what Sanemi had said back then anyway. He had overstepped then and every other Hashira and the Master knew it the second the words had left his mouth.
After some teasing from Uzui and Iguro, some annoyingly supportive words from Kanroji and a hearty laugh from Rengoku everyone had quieted down again. Ubuyashiki then explained to Sanemi, in his usual calming but authoritative voice, that he would allow him to take this mission with you, just this once. He also reminded Sanemi that he had to get used to you being on missions like this, even on your own, and that he should use this as an opportunity to gain some confidence in your abilities.
Except that's not the problem. Sanemi has confidence in you. He knows you can fight, hell, he's seen you fight tonight. And it's not like it's easy to become a Hashira in the first place. The problem is that he cares for you. For you and your well-being and the fact that you're alive. Which is such a nuisance in this line of work.
Sanemi audibly gasped when you suddenly stopped in your tracks, although it was too silent for you to notice. While he thought you were tripping over your own feet, you actually stopped because you wanted to kick a rock along with you but you couldn't get your leg to do it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before stepping over the rock you were staring at and continuing on your way.
"What the hell was that for?" Sanemi's words sounded as harsh to you as they had all night. You didn't hear the pang of worry in them. You pressed your eyes shut and shook your head which didn't help easing Sanemi's worries that you would fall. "Don't… scold me. I've had enough of that."
Something in Sanemi's chest tightened. You sounded so exhausted, not just physically. He took a breath and even opened his mouth to counter something, probably another snarky remark, when he saw your face again. You didn't just look tired, there was something else. Something he couldn't put his finger on.
Instead, he just breathed the air back out and stayed silent. Luckily, it didn't take the crows long to bring you to the village they wanted you to stay at. At the Inn neither of you had to say much, everything had already been taken care of.
The person leading you to your room even assured you that it had great window covers that kept out all daylight, perfect for people who work at night. You thanked them as Sanemi opened the door and stepped inside. A few steps in he froze in place. Oblivious to this you walked past him, immediately going for the windows and covering them.
When you turned around you were relieved to find the room incredibly dark, only illuminated by the corridor through the door you had left open as you had walked in. If you weren't dealing with demons on the regular the sight of Sanemi's silhouette, standing there utterly unmoving, would have unnerved you. Instead, it barely registered as anything out of the ordinary. You were about to walk across the room again when Sanemi finally spoke up.
"There's only one bed." The bad lighting hid his nervous swallowing from your view. Even though this was probably the first thing he had said to you without that harsh, angry tone in his voice, you instantly felt irritation bubbling up in you. The prospect of actually getting to sleep after that horrendous night had lifted your spirits for just a second and now he had the nerve to complain?
You weren't even aware of the awkwardness he radiated. Too caught up in your own issues to even register how this situation could possibly be weird for two people like you two. Two people who had always been friendly with each other, up until tonight. Two people who both desperately tried to hide the crush they had on the other. Although, you didn't think of him like that anymore, not after tonight.
With your hands on your hips and an attitude you didn't think you had the energy for you spat back at him. "Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share. Now close the door." Sanemi blinked into the darkness, utterly dumbfounded. "What?"
You scoffed as you moved around the room to put your sword away and take off your haori and uniform jacket, leaving you in the undershirt and pants of your uniform. "What 'what'? Is the great Wind Hashira too good to close a door?" Sanemi just stared at you as you got down on the bed, turning away from him.
After a few seconds of nothing happening you took a deep, audible breath, which was enough to jolt Sanemi into action. He swallowed before turning and closing the door. The room was almost entirely pitch-black. Only the faintest light got through the crack underneath the door and at the edges of the windows.
The relieved sigh Sanemi heard from you helped him a little. He had never heard you talk to him like that and he hated it. Only now he realised that this is what he saw on your face on your way here - you were angry with him. You had never been angry with him before. Had he done something? He hadn't behaved any differently than he usually did, did he?
With too many questions running through his mind, Sanemi misjudged the size of the room. He wanted to put his sword on the little table next to yours but instead he walked into it. The table and the sword on it rattled as he hissed at the sudden contact. You didn't make any sound but it was like he could feel the anger radiating off of you. "Sorry."
"Just lay. down." Another beat of silence passed as he stared wide-eyed into the darkness where you were laying, for a moment too scared to make another sound. "Right." His voice was small, smaller than you had ever heard it. If you hadn't been so angry you probably would have thought that he sounded cute.
You heard him carefully placing the sword on the table, followed by deliberately quiet footsteps. Another beat of dead air before he finally sat down on the bed. Yet another moment before he carefully, deliberately, consciously moved to lay down behind you. It irritated you even more how much he tried to be mindful. Like there was any point to it now. At least he had finally laid down, you could finally sleep.
"Can I ask you something?" You felt like a vein on your forehead just became more prominent. "No." Would your breathing technique help with this anger? He breathed a tiny 'oh', barely audible. You closed your eyes, forcing your breath to even out, forcing your muscles to relax and just as you were on the brink of falling asleep Sanemi spoke again.
"Thank you." Sanemi let his hand wander over the bandage you had wrapped around his arm. "For bandaging my arm." You scoffed at that. "Don't thank me. I did it badly on purpose." He pressed his eyes shut for a moment as he held his breath, deciding whether to say his next words or not.
"Because you're mad at me." "Obviously." Sanemi swallowed, still holding his bandaged arm. "Why?" Now it was your turn to blink into the darkness. He wasn't serious, right? You moved around so you could look over your shoulder at his outline in the low light. Sanemi stiffened, feeling you move on the bed and now your gaze on him. He forced his breath to stay calm.
"What do you mean 'why'? Why do you think?" Your voice had turned into a snarl, which unnerved Sanemi. A moment of silence passed but you didn't want to let him have it. "Well?" You pressed, wanting to hear it from him, wanting to hear him acknowledge how much of an ass he had been.
"I… I don't know. You've never been mad at me before. I didn't do anything differently than I usually do. I don't know why you're angry." You took in a sharp breath and Sanemi braced for whatever was about to happen but instead you held the breath for a moment, before letting it back out slowly.
You wanted nothing more than to shout at him like he had all night but hearing him say it like that... He sounded like a confused kid and as angry as you were, it broke your heart. But, he was still an adult man and you were rightfully angry with him! You pressed your eyes shut and clenched your fists as you took another deep breath.
After you had finally gathered yourself again, you responded. "So you're saying you seriously don't remember you shouting at me and insulting me ALL NIGHT?" You didn't mean to raise your voice at the end so you took another deep breath.
His voice was still tiny, but less so and instead more confused when he answered. "I'm always insulting and shouting at everyone." In a quick movement you raised yourself on your elbow, slightly towering over him. "Never at me!" Your voice broke on the last word and with a pained noise you quickly turned to lay on your side again, facing away from Sanemi.
His eyes widened as he realized that you were right. Somehow, he hadn't even noticed that he treated you differently before. Or that, in a way, he had treated you normally for the first time tonight. Now it was his turn to move around on the bed to look at your silhouette.
It was quiet between you both as Sanemi just stared at you while you tried your best to control your breathing enough not to cry. Okay, maybe you weren't as done with your crush on him as you thought. "I didn't know. That I had never shouted at you like that." He paused, trying to think of what else to say.
Sanemi pressed his eyes shut as he came to the conclusion that there was no other way but through. "I-" He shook his head, so unfamiliar with talking about his feelings that something in him fought it off with everything it had. "I don't want you to die."
That earned him something between a scoff and a laugh, wet with the tears you hid in the darkness of the room. "No matter what mission you go on, I always want you to come back. To me." He said those last two words so very quietly but you heard them loud and clear. You felt your heartbeat speed up at this, a weird hope bubbling up in your chest.
Sanemi grunted in frustration. "Being a Hashira means going on endless insanely dangerous missions and if I'm not there with you-" He trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes before turning around to face him. Even though your eyes had adjusted to the darkness as much as they could, you could still barely make out his face.
His expression softened when you turned to face him, feeling the anger fade from you with every second. Even through the darkness he locked eyes with you. "I'm sorry." Another scoff left your mouth, quieter and playful this time, as you deliberately placed your hand in the empty space between the two of you.
"Careful. You're going to make me think that you like me." Sanemi raised his hand above yours, hovering there for a second before ultimately shying away, too scared of misreading you. Still, as he placed his hand next to yours, almost touching but not quite, he breathed out only one word. "Good."
You took another deep breath and both of you felt all the remaining anger leave your body with it. After a few seconds of just staring into each others eyes Sanemi spoke up, nervously shaking his head again. "You wanted to sleep. Sorry for keeping you awake."
A smile crept onto your lips as you watched him. "At least I'm no longer angry." Sanemi's eyes locked with yours once more, big and hopeful. "But you know, you could have just told me from the start that you worry about me." Sanemi grimaced at that, the idea of just openly speaking about his feelings a foreign concept to him.
"If you had I would have appreciated you looking out for me. Maybe you wouldn't have needed to shout at me." He cringed at having his mistakes pointed out to him like this. "But that's the past now. Let's just get some rest and deal with everything else when we wake up, okay?"
Sanemi nodded as he breathed a silent "okay". "Just promise me one thing, Sanemi." He felt a shiver run up his spine at that. You two had been friendly with each other before, polite even. He had never heard you use his first name, but he enjoyed the way it sounded in your voice.
"You said you don't want to lose me, right? So promise me you'll be here when I wake up." Sanemi stared at you for a second, the gears visibly turning in his head. This was you returning his feelings, right? He wasn't misreading this, right? Before the courage left him again, he raised his hand once more, this time letting it gently rest on top of yours. "I promise."
With a smile on your face you closed your eyes. The last thing you felt before falling asleep were his fingers gently closing around your hand, holding it tight and hopefully never letting go.










