The Shadow Hashira - Tengen X Reader X Sanemi

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A/N

For some reason 'we can't be friend (wait for you love)' always plays in my head when I think of sanemi and y/n ...

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The kitchen was filled with a warm, savory aroma as Tengen stirred a pot with practiced ease, his gaze focused, his movements confident. I hovered nearby, trying to be helpful but mostly just admiring the way he moved so naturally, his hands quick and steady, his attention on every small detail.

"Okay, what can I do?" I asked, leaning over the counter, watching as he added a pinch of seasoning, his eyes narrowed with a concentration that made me smile.

He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow with a grin. "Well, you can start by not burning the vegetables."

"Oh, please," I scoffed, giving him a playful nudge. "That happened one time."

"Uh-huh," he replied, chuckling as he handed me a knife and a few carrots to slice. "Let's see what you've got, chef."

I rolled my eyes but started chopping, focusing intently. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him watching, his lips quirking up into an amused smirk as I tried my best to match his skill, the slices coming out a little uneven.

"You know, you're actually not terrible," he teased, leaning in to inspect my work. "I might even call you... passable...hey but you're good in other things"

This mofo really just said that.

"Oh, shut up," I laughed, giving him a light shove. He chuckled, setting down his spoon and stepping behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders as he leaned down, his voice low and playful.

"Here," he murmured, guiding my hands with his, showing me the right angle. "Just let the knife do the work. No need to rush."

I swallowed, his closeness making my pulse quicken as I felt his steady hands over mine, guiding me. His warmth seeped through, calming and comforting, making me feel like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

I relaxed into his touch, following his guidance, and he chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "See? Not so hard."

I grinned, nudging him lightly with my shoulder. "Guess I just needed a good teacher."

He laughed, his hand slipping from mine as he returned to his cooking, and I watched him for a moment, feeling a surge of happiness that was so natural, so simple.

Was I really that down bad?

But then, in a burst of playfulness, I reached over and flicked a bit of flour in his direction. It dusted across his cheek, and he turned to me, feigning shock, a grin breaking out on his face.

"Oh, you're asking for it now," he said, setting down his spoon and moving toward me, his eyes glinting mischievously.

I barely had time to react before he swept me up by the waist, lifting me off my feet as I let out a startled laugh, my hands gripping his shoulders to steady myself. "Tengen!" I gasped, trying to stifle my laughter as he spun me around, his grin as bright as ever.

He set me back down gently, his arms still around my waist, and for a moment, we just stood there, inches apart, the kitchen quiet except for the soft simmer of the pot on the stove. His hands lingered, his touch warm and steady, his gaze meeting mine with a softness that made my heart skip.

"Moonlight..." he murmured, his voice low, a smile playing on his lips. "You know... you're trouble in the best possible way."

I felt a warmth spread through me, my heart light as I leaned into him, smiling. "And you're far too confident for your own good."