ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣 - Sanemi x Reader

Nearing the Inevitable

It's been half an hour.

Ive been sitting on this roof top, just watching the sunset while the tears on my face dried up.

I hated fighting with Sanemi, same goes for talking about things he doesn't like to talk about.

I would've dropped it. I would've told Genya I tried but he shut down. Maybe if he the first words he said weren't as harsh or hateful, maybe if he actually cared.

I usually wouldn't get this emotional over someone else's family issues, but it triggered memories regarding mine.

Ive always told everyone I had two brothers, one older and younger. Ive never once spoken of my other, I vowed to myself I wouldn't.

But I just did. Maybe he wouldn't pick up on what I said? Maybe he's to blinded by rage to let what I said actually soak in.

I guess time will tell, if we have enough time left.

Sanemi's view:

"...Nemi?" I heard y/n speak up, but her voice was softer than usual. I stopped applying oils to the blade of my katana, and glanced up at her. Why does she look so nervous?

"Can I ask you something more... personal?" So thats why. I don't recall telling her anything about me before the corpse, so it's only natural she'd ask eventually. Why so nervous though?

I looked back down at my half cleaned katana, one side having been done, the other still dirty.

It's not like she can ask me anything that will blow me away, theres nothing that can really catch me off guard.

"...you have a brother, right?"

...

I take that shit back.

How does she know about him? I don't ever talk about him, Ive never spoken about his existence.

"...Genya right?" I lowered my head and bit my lip, trying my best to stay composed. Just hearing about his existence is enough to piss me off.

"How the hell do you know that." My attempt at keeping my voice neutral was a parcial fail. I wasn't yelling, but the disgust in my voice was clear.

Genuinely. The chances of them running into each other are so slim, and let alone her knowing who he is? As much as I hate to admit it, we do look similar, so I could see that much.

"I met him myself. If you feel like answering me... what happened?"

I don't feel like fucking answering you.

But I'm not going to say that. I look up at her, not bothering to hide my glare. She looked confused and concerned, which just made me feel guilty for being pissed. But I pushed that feeling back.

"Never bring up that bastards name again. Don't speak to him, he's a fucking disappointment, not worth anyones time." That might have not been the right choice of words to use, but I didn't care anymore. My whole body felt hot, and I felt like I could break something at any point.

Her eyes widened as she processed my words, she looked as if I had personally insulted her. The hell? I'm not saying shit against her, whys she so sad?

I saw the shock melt away from her face, her eyes narrowing, starting to match my energy, "Why would you talk about him like that? What happened between you two?" Her soft and calm voice had vanished, replaced by a stern tone. We were both glaring at each other now, neither of us looking away.

Gosh I hate fighting with her. If this was about anything else, id keep my cool. Literally anything else. This conversation is making me sick.

"Don't fucking talk about him. I hate him with everything in me, just speaking about his existence disgusts me." My irritation kept growing against my will, but she didn't seem to understand that I wanted the subject dropped.