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“Shinazugawa-san,” Sabito stops Sanemi once the Hashira meeting has ended, on a random day early in the year.
Sanemi doesn’t want to stop and talk to the alpha. He has to get home to Genya since he’s already leaving him alone during the entire day. Sure, Genya is a demon and mostly sleeps, but still, the guilt eats at Sanemi constantly when he can’t be with his little brother.
It’s one of the downsides to being a Hashira. There’s always shit for him to do and missions that require his assistance. Of course, he’s grateful for the position and all, but damn, it keeps him busy.
“What is it?” Sanemi asks, trying and failing to keep the annoyance out of his voice and scent.
He’s trying to do better, alright, but fuck, everyone annoys him so much aside from his little brother. Still, he tries to calm down and listen to whatever the Water Hashira has to say because he knows it bothers the master when they don’t get along.
“I have something I want to discuss with you,” Sabito expresses. “It’s something I think will interest you.”
Sanemi leads Sabito out into the courtyard, away from everyone, so they can have a bit of privacy. “Well, talk.”
“The master mentioned that you were looking to get mated soon,” Sabito says, and Sanemi is instantly on the offensive because that’s just who he is as a person and swordsman. “He said you’re looking for a mate, a wife.”
Yes, Sanemi did tell the master that, but he didn’t think the master was going to mention it to the other Hashira. Well, not like he cares anyway. He just hates when other people know his business aside from the master, that’s all.
He trusts the master, though, and knows it was only mentioned because it was beneficial. Rarely does the master do things that aren’t. He has good intuition, after all, scarily good at times.
“What about it?” Sanemi asks, a little irritated and still a whole lot defensive.
Sabito, despite Sanemi’s bad attitude, smiles, always one to try and keep the peace like Kyojuro. His scent stays calm, and Sanemi doesn’t understand how he manages to do that all the damn time. He really is the ideal alpha, unlike Sanemi.
“I might know someone for you,” Sabito confesses. “Someone who’s looking for a mate as well, a husband.”
Sanemi shifts on his feet as he processes Sabito’s words because that’s the last thing he expected the Water Hashira to say. So, Sabito is here to help, not tease. Well, alright then. Sanemi clearly needs all the help he can get.
He isn’t going out in search of someone when he barely has time to sleep these days. Far from it, actually. He can’t remember the last time he spoke to someone about something that wasn’t related to the Corps.
Besides, he’s not exactly a social person. He’s a bit rough around the edges and tends to scare people rather than attract them.
“Are you interested in meeting them?” Sabito asks. “I could arrange a meeting for you, and if things work out, we could move forward with a marriage.”
“Are they aware of my situation?” Sanemi counters the question, not wanting to get his hopes up just yet.
Now, Sanemi’s situation isn’t ideal, and the reason he’s looking for a wife is even less so.
Some years ago, his mother was turned into a demon, and she attacked their family. She killed five of Sanemi’s younger siblings before he could stop her and ended up turning one of them into a demon.
If Masachika, the slayer who ended up taking Sanemi under his wing, hadn’t found them that night, Sanemi isn’t sure what would’ve happened. But now, he’s here, caring for his little demon brother and trying to balance that with being a Hashira. It isn’t easy, given that he’s constantly getting sent on missions and Genya doesn’t like to be left alone.
So, it looks like the best course of action is for him to take a wife. It doesn’t have to be anything special, just someone who will understand his situation and help take care of Genya when he’s away. He doesn’t need them to love him or think the sun shines out of his ass. They just need to be amicable with one another, that’s it.
Besides, the estate given to him by the master is plenty big, so if they don’t want to see Sanemi, they won’t have to. They can have their own space, and everyone can coexist well.
He won’t ask them to do much else aside from caring for Genya. He can cook, clean, and provide for them easily. His mother taught him a lot when she was alive, and he was a vital part in helping her raise his siblings. He can be a good husband, maybe not the ideal one, but he can be a good one. He’ll make sure of it.
Besides, Genya isn’t too difficult to care for. He is similar to Tanjiro’s little demon sister in the sense that he doesn’t remember much about his human life and doesn't eat people.
Just like Nezuko, he can make himself small and sometimes, when the need arises, help slayers in battle. So, watching over Genya will be similar to taking care of a young child. He certainly acts like it these days, always climbing onto Sanemi like he’s some sort of bug.
“Yes, they’re also a slayer,” Sabito reveals. “They’re very familiar with your situation, and they’re good with children. I know that’s important to you.”
Sanemi narrows his eyes. “What’s in it for them?” He asks. “I doubt they’re seeking a husband like me out of the goodness of their heart.”
He’s well aware of his flaws, knows he’s too violent, covered in scars, and has no patience for anyone other than Genya and the master. He’s not the ideal alpha and has never claimed to be. So, there must be a catch. There has to be.
“Their older sister is pressuring them to get married soon,” Sabito explains, looking a little miffed by the revelation, but manages to keep his composure. “I think this could be a good arrangement for the two of you, if I’m being honest,” he admits. “They think highly of you, so I do think this could work well.”
“I’ll meet them,” Sanemi decides before departing, thinking not much will come out of it but going for it anyway. “Bring them over and I’ll have them meet Genya, and we’ll go from there.”
He isn’t expecting much, but well, in order to find a wife, he needs to put in the initiative. Just like slaying demons, rarely do they come to him; no, he must go and seek them out. A wife should be no different.
“Someone is coming over,” Sanemi says as he watches Genya play with the beetles he raises.
Genya looks over at him with those yellow demonic eyes and gives Sanemi a confused look. He’s got a mouthpiece on to keep him from attacking anyone, not that he has, of course. Still, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“It’s no one you know,” Sanemi explains, reading Genya’s expression very easily. “But it’s someone I want you to meet,” he admits, offering the little demon a smile.
His brother has been a demon for some years now, and Sanemi has gotten good at recognizing all his expressions. Despite the fear Sanemi felt when Genya first became a demon, Sanemi will admit, it’s nice having him around now. He’s the best part of Sanemi’s day.
Sanemi already made dinner tonight as he waits for his guest to arrive. Sabito had sent a letter with his crow earlier, letting him know the guest would be arriving in the early evening, and he’d listed their name and favorite food, in case Sanemi wanted to know more about them.
Tomioka Giyuu, that’s their name.
The name doesn’t ring a bell despite how hard Sanemi tries to jog his memory. Sabito had also included that Giyuu is an omega. Now, this is interesting because Sanemi hadn’t expected his guest to be an omega. He would’ve been fine with any gender and dynamic, but well, he won’t lie, it adds some appeal that his guest is an omega.
He’s an alpha after all, one that doesn’t get out much, and well, omegas tend to be easy on the eyes.
Genya turns toward the front of the estate, sensing that they have company. He’s really good at that, and sometimes, it freaks the other Hashira out, all but a select few like Mitsuri, who thinks Genya is the cutest thing in the world, along with Nezuko.
“They’re here?” Sanemi asks as he stands and walks over to open the door.
He bathed and changed for this, wearing something other than his usual Corps uniform. It’s nothing special, but well, he tried his best to put some effort into his appearance, even if he did just throw on a yukata that exposes his chest like his uniform.
Sanemi steps onto the genkan, slides the door open, and comes to a halt at the person who awaits him on the other side.
Tomioka Giyuu is more than just easy on the eyes. He’s pretty with deep blue eyes and a sweet scent that reminds Sanemi of ohagi and warm summer days. His long hair is pulled back into a ponytail with shorter pieces that frame his face.
His haori is an interesting mix of patterns, though.
“Shinazugawa-san,” Giyuu greets him properly.
Sanemi just stares at him for a second, forgetting how to function because he’s suddenly incapable of human speech as he looks at Giyuu’s pretty face.
“The Water Hashira said you knew I would be coming over,” Giyuu adds after a long moment of silence. “Did I get the day wrong?”
Sanemi blinks and snaps himself out of that weird trance. “Oh, you’re fine, yeah, come in,” he says, moving out of the way to let the omega inside. “You came on the correct day.”
Giyuu steps inside and takes off his shoes, placing them out of the way. “This is your home?”
“Yeah,” Sanemi says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It’s where all the Wind Hashiras have lived.”
Giyuu nods and looks around, blue eyes taking everything in.
He’s hard to read, even his scent is difficult, and Sanemi shifts on his feet again, wondering if the omega isn’t pleased with what he finds. It’s well known that omegas enjoy a home where they feel safe and protected.
Is this not to Giyuu’s standards? Does Sanemi not do a good job at keeping the place clean? He has been busy lately with missions and taking care of Genya.
“You can always change things up, if you were to move in,” Sanemi mumbles, feeling irritated that he can’t read Giyuu’s mind. “If we got married and shit.”
“I like it,” Giyuu reassures him, but his tone is monotone and his expression is blank.
Sanemi frowns. “…do you?”
Giyuu nods and lets Sanemi show him around. His expression does not once reveal anything, and for someone like Sanemi, who goes off expressions and scent, it kind of pisses him off and intrigues him all at once.
It’s nerve-racking, having Giyuu in Sanemi’s home. Sanemi hadn’t realized how long it had been since he interacted with someone in the romantic sense, and it's quite apparent he’s forgotten.
Suddenly, he’s showing Giyuu how to slide doors open because he’s an idiot. Giyuu seems not to mind it, though, eager to follow wherever Sanemi leads him.
He’s quite pleased when Sanemi offers him some tea. “You made it?”
Sanemi nods. “Yeah, it’s nothing special,” he mumbles, feeling giddy at how much Giyuu seems to like the tea.
They get to the room where Genya is, and Sanemi stops and stands in front of the door. His scent grows heavy with overprotectiveness.
“You’re aware of why I’m looking for a wife, right?” Sanemi asks, crossing his arms across his chest.
Giyuu nods, and Sanemi doesn’t miss the way the omega’s eyes look from the alpha’s face to his exposed chest.
Shit, well, now Sanemi feels flustered, and he’s forgetting what the hell they were talking about.
“Yes,” Giyuu answers. “Because of your little brother, you want someone to look after him while you’re away.”
“Yes,” Sanemi says, clearing his throat to try and get himself to relax.
He’s acting like this is some Upper Moon demon and not an omega that’s standing in front of him right now. He needs to calm down before he does or says something stupid.
“Are you ready to meet him?” Sanemi asks. “He means a lot to me. I need you to know that.”
“I understand, and yes, I’m ready,” Giyuu swears, intertwining his hands together.
Sanemi nods and opens the door. Almost immediately, Genya peeks over, curious to see who is here. He does love visitors, after all, especially Mitsuri and Muichiro.
Giyuu waves, and his expression softens when Genya gets a little shy and hides behind a table. “Oh.”
“He’s shy sometimes,” Sanemi explains and motions for Giyuu to take a seat on the tatami mats. “Don’t worry, he’ll come around.”
“Okay,” Giyuu says and waits for Genya to come to him. “Hi, Genya.”
Genya peeks at Giyuu again, and this time, his gaze stays locked on the omega.
Giyuu waits patiently, and his scent turns sweet with satisfaction when Genya finally approaches him.
“He’s cute,” Giyuu comments, letting Genya sit in his lap. “I’ve heard a lot of people talk about him and Tanjiro’s little sister, but I’ve never gotten the chance to meet them,” he admits. “I’m always busy on missions and helping the Water Hashira out.”
“Well, does it live up to your expectations?” Sanemi asks, watching Genya interact with Giyuu.
To Sanemi’s surprise, Giyuu smiles, and fuck, that was unexpected. He looks even better with a smile on his face, and yeah, it becomes apparent that Sanemi is utterly fucked.
“Yeah,” Giyuu confesses, running his fingers through Genya’s hair. “I like him,” he says, smiling again when Genya pushes into his hand, eager for more of his touch. “He’s sweet.”
Well, that settles it.
“What are you doing this coming weekend?” Sanemi asks, taking a seat by Giyuu.
“Aside from patrolling, not much,” Giyuu says, letting Genya keep most of his attention. “Why?”
“Perfect, let’s get married once you’re done with patrol,” Sanemi offers, and he almost laughs at the surprised expression that takes over Giyuu’s pretty face.
“What?” Giyuu asks him.
Sanemi cocks an eyebrow. “What?” He asks. “Isn’t that the whole reason you came over tonight, to see if we were comparable and shit?” He snorts.
“Well, yes, I just didn’t expect you to decide so soon,” Giyuu confesses, looking down at Genya. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Sanemi answers. “Genya likes you and you seem to like him, that’s more than enough for me,” he points out, getting flustered as he keeps going. "Besides, you’re easy on the eyes, and well, that’s never a bad thing,” he mumbles, looking away.
“Oh,” Giyuu says, taking a moment to think things over. He takes a little too long for Sanemi’s comfort, and he’s about to say something, but Giyuu speaks first. “Let’s get married then,” he agrees, smiling again.
“You’re sure about this?” Sanemi asks him this time. “I already asked Sabito, but I want to hear it from you directly.”
Giyuu nods. “Yes,” he swears. “I want to get married, and you look like you’ll be a good husband, so let’s get married.”
Sanemi clicks his tongue. “I could be the worst husband known to man for all you know,” he points out. “You just met me today.”
“No,” Giyuu denies, looking around, then down at Genya again. “Your home is clean and Genya is well taken care of,” he points out. “Those are the qualities of a good husband and a good alpha.”
Well, great, now Sanemi’s blushing again.
“What’s in it for you?” Sanemi musters the will to ask despite how much blood is rushing to his face. “Don’t lie to me either, I want honesty…since we’ll be married soon. That’s important to me.”
“That makes sense, it’s important to me as well,” Giyuu says. “My older sister thinks I’m at a good age for marriage and she’d like for me to find a husband soon,” he explains. “I love my sister, so I want to ease her worry and get married soon. She wants me to find a good husband, and I think I found one already when I met you tonight.”
“Alright, then, fuck it, let’s get married then,” Sanemi says, and that’s that.
He’s officially engaged, holy shit.
They eat dinner as an engaged couple, and Sanemi suddenly can’t remember how to shove food in his mouth, too busy thinking about getting married to Giyuu soon. At least Giyuu seems to like his cooking; that’s a good sign of what’s to come, at least Sanemi hopes it is.
Things move fast after that night.
He reaches out to Giyuu’s sister because he’s respectful like that, and things get set in motion soon after. Since he doesn’t have family left aside from Genya, the master steps in, much to his surprise. It’s really touching, even more when the other Hashira congratulate him and jokingly say they’ll be sending their condolences to Giyuu.
The wedding is small and only a few people attend, Genya being one of them. Sanemi feels a little suffocated in his traditional wear, but one look at Giyuu in his own traditional wear has the alpha settling down because holy shit, they’re getting married.
It’s really happening, and Sanemi feels oddly at peace, even more when he sees the pleased expression Giyuu sends his way. Sanemi wishes his mother and siblings were here to see this. He’s sure they would’ve liked Giyuu, given that Genya is already attached to the omega.
His scarred hands take Giyuu’s smooth ones, and suddenly, the deal is sealed, and they’re coming together for a kiss.
Much to his surprise and a bit of irritation, Giyuu is a good kisser. He’s a little too good if you ask Sanemi, and suddenly, the alpha is spiraling, wondering who the fuck taught him to do that.
Well, whatever, they’re married now, so whoever did teach Giyuu that has no room left in the omega’s life, not when he’s moving into Sanemi’s estate. He can’t believe he’s only been married for a few minutes, and he’s already getting jealous and possessive.
“Who taught you to kiss like that?” Sanemi asks Giyuu at the reception.
They’re sitting together, and Sanemi can’t help but open his mouth already.
Giyuu turns to look at him. “Why?” He asks, and Sanemi swears there’s a teasing glint in those blue eyes. “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” Sanemi mumbles, looking away.
Much to his surprise, Giyuu reaches over and pulls him for another kiss.
Sanemi comes to the conclusion that maybe marriage isn’t all that bad, even more so when he gets to bite over Giyuu’s scent gland and truly seal the deal later that night.
His wedding night makes him realize a few things he hadn’t expected. First, they’re extremely compatible, almost scarily so. Second, Giyuu seems to like him almost as much as Sanemi likes him. It’s surprising and damn, does it make Sanemi’s instincts and heart go insane.
He’d been skeptical about their marriage working out before, even if he did like Giyuu, but now, the future looks promising. Even more so, come morning, and he sees Giyuu wearing Sanemi’s yukata and nothing else, drenched in the alpha’s scent. He smells good like Sanemi and like home.
After the wedding, they settle into a nice routine.
Sanemi goes off on missions to do Hashira duties while Giyuu stays with Genya, and they’ll trade off whenever the alpha gets home. This way, someone is always with Genya even if the little demon is asleep during the day. It gives them both peace of mind.
Giyuu seems to really enjoy spending time with Genya, much to Sanemi’s delight. There are even instances when Genya prefers Giyuu over Sanemi, and well, Sanemi hadn’t expected that, but he can’t blame the little demon. There are times Sanemi prefers Giyuu as well.
When Sanemi is home, he’ll come home, cook, clean, and make sure nothing is amiss at the estate, not wanting Giyuu to be unhappy or unconvinced in any way.
It becomes apparent very early on that Giyuu isn’t the best in the kitchen, but that’s fine; Sanemi can cook for them. He cooks whatever Giyuu wants to eat whenever the omega wants. Giyuu always praises his cooking, especially when Sanemi makes them his famous tea and ohagi. That’s always a hit in their home.
Tonight, though, something unexpected happens. Giyuu and Sanemi are both home at the same time, and well, Sanemi begins to spiral very quickly.
“I can sleep in another room,” Sanemi insists, not wanting to make Giyuu uncomfortable as they get ready for bed. “We have extra futons in storage,” he keeps babbling. “I can air one out and then head to bed.”
They usually sleep in the same room, on the same futon, but never at the same time, since one of them is always off slaying demons. Their wedding night was the only exception, and that was because Genya went to stay with Mitsuri for the night.
Tonight, however, they’re both here and together.
Of course, Sanemi wouldn’t mind sleeping together, but he doesn’t know if that’s what Giyuu wants, and well, Sanemi wants what Giyuu wants.
“No, we’ll sleep together,” Giyuu insists with Genya propped on his back, happy to hold on for the ride. He spoils him far too much. “We’re married, after all, right?”
Well, that’s true, they are married. They could just sleep together, and there’d be nothing weird or wrong about it. If anything, it’ll help them both sleep better, given that they don’t see each other often, well, not as often as Sanemi would like.
“Alright,” Sanemi gives in, far too easily, really.
He certainly isn’t going to complain and look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d never admit it out loud, but he’s been sleeping so much better since he and Giyuu started sharing a futon.
The futon smells like their combined scents, and it’s soothing, providing Sanemi comfort he never realized he was missing. He’s become addicted to it, which is insane to him because if they’d said that to him a year ago, he would’ve thought you were fucking insane.
Still, he can’t help but lie motionless on his back, hands at his side, like he suddenly forgot how to function once they’re in bed. At least Genya is in the middle of them; otherwise, Sanemi would’ve surely perished if he’d brushed against Giyuu’s body.
They’ve been married for some time now, and he still gets so nervous. He’s such a loser. It can’t be helped, though, not when Giyuu looks like that and treats Sanemi far too good, more than he deserves.
Giyuu reaches over and takes Sanemi’s hand, offering him a soft smile as he looks over Genya at the alpha. “Okay?”
Sanemi nods and swallows, trying to keep himself from going into cardiac arrest as he squeezes Giyuu’s hand in return. “Yes,” he lies. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course,” Giyuu whispers. “We’re together.”
Then, Giyuu falls asleep with Genya tucked into his side, all while keeping a hold of Sanemi’s hand.
Sanemi starts to freak out because what the fuck is he supposed to do? Should he pull his hand away or let Giyuu hold it all night and suffer once the limb falls asleep? He didn’t realize marriage could be so convoluted over such small issues. His fault really for failing to consider these things.
Still, he supposes their marriage is a good one and hopes he’s being a good husband. He recalls his parents’ marriage, back when they were both still alive, and how much screaming and pain there was. His marriage is nothing like that; thankfully, he’s a better husband than his father ever was.
So, Sanemi accepts his fate and keeps their hands intertwined the entire night, repeating the words Giyuu said to him over and over again.
When morning comes and he’s met with the sight of Giyuu making sure no sunlight touches Genya, he can’t help the way his devotion grows.
In the blink of an eye, they’ve been married five months, and it’s nearly the end of summer. The air is still humid, and demons are still being a pain in the ass.
The only difference is that Sanemi does his best to spend more time at home, which is funny because wanting a wife was supposed to give him more time away from home.
Whatever, he doesn’t care.
He comes home from a mission and is startled when he realizes how dark the estate is in the early night. He tries not to freak out as he walks inside and searches for Giyuu and Genya.
“Giyuu?!” He calls out as his scent turns sour from fear. “Genya?!”
He calms down once he realizes they’re out in the courtyard. To his surprise, though, Giyuu is wearing a yukata, one he recognizes all too well. He gifted it to him following their wedding. It hadn’t been cheap, but he’d wanted to give Giyuu something nice to show that he was committed to their marriage.
Giyuu’s hair is brushed and cascading down his back and shoulders, the complete opposite of the ponytail he usually wears. He looks good, well, he always looks good, but tonight, he’s breathtaking. So much so that Sanemi freezes on the engawa.
Genya is wearing a yukata too, and his hair is brushed. He looks cute.
“You’re home,” Giyuu says, picking Genya up in his arms. “I was thinking we could go see the fireworks tonight,” he admits. “The three of us.”
“Okay,” Sanemi says, keeping his eyes on Giyuu.
Damn, has he even blinked the entire time he’s been out here? Probably not, but who gives a fuck. There are more important things to focus on, like taking in how good Giyuu looks tonight.
“I left something for you to wear in the bedroom,” Giyuu mentions. “After you change, we can go.”
So, Sanemi goes and changes and definitely doesn’t press the yukata Giyuu left him for to his nose to get a whiff of the omega’s scent. No, he definitely doesn't do that.
Well, even if he does, who gives a fuck. Is it that much of a crime to love his mate? He doesn’t think so.
Wait.
Love?
He needs to calm down, given that he’s already thinking irrational thoughts.
To Sanemi’s surprise, the yukata Giyuu got him matches the pattern that the omega is wearing. It even has a resemblance to Genya’s yukata. It’s really endearing, and suddenly, Sanemi is struggling to push down the wave of emotion that washes over him.
So, off they go toward the fireworks in the closest town. Sanemi carries Genya on his shoulders as he walks beside Giyuu, making sure the omega doesn’t stray too far. He’s the only one who brought his sword, and well, you can never tell when demons lurk about.
They don’t live too far from where they’re setting off the fireworks, but it’s far enough that Sanemi feels like he can keep Genya safe and people safe from Genya.
They get there right on time as they begin, and Genya is mesmerized. It makes Sanemi think of the past, back when he’d sneak all his little siblings to see the fireworks and how much they would enjoy it.
He worries sometimes that Genya is unhappy, being a demon and all. They’re trying to find a cure to change Genya and Nezuko back to being human, but it’s easier said than done.
“They’re pretty, right?” Giyuu smiles at Sanemi.
Sanemi nods, not giving one fuck about the fireworks, not when Giyuu looks like that tonight and smells like their combined scents. “Yeah…they’re beautiful.”
He sets Genya down but keeps a tight hold on the back of his clothes, never liking it when he lets the little demon out of his sight. Even if he trusts his brother not to kill and eat humans, he can’t trust the world to treat him kindly.
At least aside from Giyuu, that is. He’s the only person Sanemi trusts nearly as much as himself with Genya.
“I like you,” Giyuu confesses, moving closer until he’s standing in front of Sanemi as the fireworks keep going off. “I like being married to you.”
Sanemi flusters, and well, who could blame him? It’s hard to stay confident in the face of Giyuu, especially tonight when he looks like that and looks at Sanemi like he’s in love or something.
Shit, Sanemi is way too young to have heart issues, yet the damn thing is relentless in his chest.
“…I like you too,” Sanemi admits as his heart pounds in his chest, so hard it threatens to crack his ribs.
Giyuu smiles again, but then, to Sanemi’s surprise, he’s cupping Sanemi’s face and pulling him in for a kiss.
It’s sweet, and Sanemi melts into it, even more when more fireworks go off, lighting up the sky around them. He doesn’t let go of Genya, though.
He still finds it hard to believe that he’s married. He, out of all people, and to someone like Giyuu, nonetheless. It’s shocking, and even some of the Hashira have teased him about it, saying he struck way out of his league. He can’t even disagree because he knows it's true.
Giyuu pulls away and leans into Sanemi’s side, content to let the alpha put his arm around his shoulders while they watch the fireworks. Genya gets lifted into Sanemi’s arms again when some brat runs far too close for comfort. Better to be safe than sorry.
Sanemi is so glad he got married. He doesn’t make good decisions often, but this was definitely one of them.