❝ Huh⏤ ❞
This was not a sight meant for his eyes⏤at least, that was Sanemi’s gut reaction to walking in on the other man, who was attempting to cut his own hair. He stood in the doorway looking the scene over. Tomioka had a lot of it, deep black and messily falling out of the usual ponytail the other wore every day. The angle was wrong, wonky and sideways but it was likely the cleanest cut the man would get in his new situation.
He shifted on his feet, a bit awkward with a lack of words. Things were different now, and while their friendship hadn’t ever been good they had grown to something he would call almost friends now. Almost, because Sanemi choked whenever given the opportunity to talk with the other. Or do much of anything with him, much to his annoyance. Old habits die hard and Sanemi’s knee-jerk reaction to pushing away others after losing everyone he’d ever gotten close to was. It was proving to be difficult, but he was nothing if not a stubborn bastard. The least he could do was try and he helpful, maybe that would show Tomioka that he wanted to try and be friends. Real ones, proper friends. The kind that lean on each other in times of need, the kind that open up and talk about their shit with each other. Sanemi knew in his soul that he needed someone like that in his life, else he would rot from loneliness.
Sanemi walked into the room, sliding the door shut behind him. ❝ You’re gonna make a mess of yourself, Tomioka. Let me. ❞ The grit and irritation was long gone from his tone when he spoke to the other. He had dropped any ill will toward the former water hashira when the finally learned how to fight together. The lack of that felt strangely welcome on his tongue, just one brick in the wall he’d built gone. It was...nice. He hoped that Tomioka would think so too.
⎾ @lulltides ✹
