sanemi getting unknowingly soft when he’s sick <3
the uzui’s taking care of him (post-war), the women bustling about making food and getting damp towels and refilling cups of water while tengen remains by sanemi’s side as guard. brushing his hair aside and caressing sanemi’s face, hoping that if he keeps him comfortable there’ll be less struggle. sanemi just being exhausted and gazing up at tengen with eyes that can barely stay open. blinking slowly, then, tentatively, bringing a hand up to tengen’s lips. tengen being all confused as sanemi’s fingers flit over his mouth.
“shinazugawa?”
a breath. sanemi gazes up at him, his expression unnaturally slack. “kiss?” he brings his hand down to his own lips. it takes all of tengen to not keel over, randomly hit with a hammer of uncalled for adorableness—
“can’t, you’re sick,” he says, regrettably. but he almost does it anyway. sanemi looks so disheartened, it’s hard to deny him it. to recompense, tengen leans down and presses a gentle kiss to sanemi’s forehead. that, at least, seems to console him. sanemi settles his arm back under the blanket and closes his eyes.
“g’night,” he murmurs. he’s asleep in a heartbeat, leaving tengen alone with the memory of sanemi’s uncharacteristic meekness from before. well, fuck.