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Word Count - 1069
Ardor - Published 11/29/20

Ardor: Warmth and affection associated with romantic feelings
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Usually the mornings would be cold—frigid almost.

Your eyes would flutter open with an unwilling instinct to fall victim to the late morning's rays, and no matter your many attempts to hide under the covers, could you lull back into a senseless dream. The futon's burning blankets never held you in a comforting embrace, instead leaving you feeling heavy and alone.

It wasn't necessarily the fact that you had no self-defense skills of your own, or the lingering reminder that demons could easily barge in and slaughter your in an instant, but laying in a bed too big and too empty for yourself surfaced that lingering burden.

This morning however, the searing warmth encased you in such a different way, feeling a burning touch against your own clothed skin, with soft breaths against the exposed nape of your neck, and a steady pulsing heartbeat pressed up against your back. You didn't have to turn to realize who it was, but it still surprised you regardless.

Sanemi was usually gone before you could even stir awake.

Shifting silently in the limp arms that caged around you, the man's sleeping face was so uncharacteristically peaceful. You almost didn't want to break the perfect moment, but the fact that the sun had already risen so high in the sky had worried you. He hadn't returned home before you had fallen asleep like usual, so you couldn't exactly question him to why he had returned so late—and Sanemi was not known for sleeping in.

Tracing a thumb over his scarred cheek, you shifted amongst the weight of the blankets and his own warming form to prop yourself up beside him. Whispering out the man's name a few times, your palm rested flat against his cheek when those wisteria eyes finally fluttered open. Sanemi simply peered up at you with a hazy tiredness, uncomprehending of anything but you.

"Sanemi, you got home late last night?"

A delayed hum left his lips, offering up no real string of words as he began to shuffle closer to your warm form. You couldn't even glance another time in his cloudy eyes before they shut once more, and his body felt just as heavy. You sighed, placing a hand atop his tussled locks.

Even the days he wasn't assigned any sort of missions, Sanemi was always up before the sun could peek over the horizon, doing who knows what while you were busy slumbering away. Perhaps that was why you found a comfort in knowing he'd return back to you every night, and perhaps that why he was here now—after a long night of waiting for a delayed return.

Truthfully it was hard to recall a morning like this, laying contently in each other's arms—if that had ever occurred in the first place. You wanted to bask in this first of a moment, but something seemed so utterly wrong. You nudged his heavy form once more, still cupping his cheek in your palm.

"'Nemi, did you get off work today?"

Not a single sound had escaped him—not even his usual hum, as he lay beside you, seemingly lost between the thin line separating forgotten dreams from reality. You were about to brush the thought off as he hadn't heard you in the slightest, but you shifted back when his bloodshot eyes snapped open.

"'Nemi? What's wro-?"

"Fuck!"

The blankets previously draped over his partially unconscious form had been thrown over your unsuspecting figure, and you released a loud groan at the sudden weight. It took you a moment to wriggle out from underneath all the bedding, but when you finally rose to a wobble on your feet, the reason for your lover's sudden change in behavior clicked.

"The meeting!"

Sure, the man was quick on his feet, because well—he was a Hashira, but now it seemed all to comical. Haphazardly tossing on his uniform, you watched Sanemi run around in search for his discarded katana. Dodging his rushing figure, you slowly bent down to gather his forgotten haori for him.

Giving it a few quick shakes to rid of any lingering dirt or dust, you patiently waited for him to slip his exposed arms in the fabric. He seemed far too preoccupied strapping his blade's sheath to his own belt, nervously pacing back and forth before you. Only when you cleared your throat, did he glance in your direction to practically throw his scarred arms in the sleeves.

Struggling to slip it over his completely unbuttoned uniform, you silently rounded his jumpy form to thumb the buttons through their designated slots. You continued to close up his shirt all the way, despite knowing well that he'd return at the end of the day with it practically falling off him once more. Fastening the last button at his collar, you pressed your palms flat to smooth out the fabric along his chest, which seemingly calmed the sudden rage in his emotions.

Reaching to tuck a single hair back into place, you leaned up on your tiptoes to place a quick peck to his cheek, signaling the end of this busy morning. Sanemi lingered before you with the usual frown along his lips, releasing a loud huff he had been suppressing before begrudgingly leaning down to kiss your own forehead.

You waved him off with a shake of your head and a roll of your eyes, yet you couldn't bite back the cheeky smile growing along your face. As soon as his lips left your skin, the man bolted from the room, leaving you standing idly in the midst of the distraught room.

And luckily for you, choosing between tidying up the messy room and falling back into a drowsy morning nap wasn't even an option. Kneeling to lay beneath the pile of blankets once more, your eyes shut with the resumed morning silence, because there would be many more opportunities to experience such a moment.

For now you could dream, because you hadn't a doubt that when you'd wake up later that evening, Sanemi would finally be resting beside you.

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Celebrating a special birthday for Shinazugawa Sanemi! There can never be enough content for this man. He is true bby, you can't fight me on that. UwU

Happy Birthday Shinazugawa Sanemi!
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