Chapter 28: A Night of Vulnerability

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As Tsukiyo busied herself with the task of cleaning Sanemi's house, her mind wandered to thoughts of his well-being. It had become a routine for her to nag at him about taking care of himself, but today, her concern reached new heights when Sanemi returned home with fresh injuries from his mission.

"Sanemi, you really need to start taking better care of yourself," Tsukiyo scolded, her voice laced with worry as she examined the cuts and bruises on his body. "These wounds look serious. You should go to the Butterfly Estate and let the healers take a look at them."

Sanemi waved off her concern with a dismissive grunt. "I'll be fine. It's nothing," he insisted, though the pain etched on his face betrayed his words.

Tsukiyo's frustration grew as she watched him stubbornly refuse her suggestion. "You're being ridiculous," she snapped, her tone sharper than she intended. "You can't just ignore your injuries like this. Let me help you."

"You're really annoying, Amano," Sanemi tried to dismiss Tsukiyo and her nagging.

Tsukiyo stared sharply at him. "You can find me annoying a million times, but I'm still going to tend to your injuries. Since you're so stubborn and refuse to go to the Butterfly Estate, I'll take care of them here."

With a sigh, Sanemi relented, knowing that arguing with Tsukiyo was futile. "Fine, do whatever you want," he muttered, his expression softening slightly as he allowed her to tend to his wounds.

Tsukiyo worked diligently, her gentle touch soothing the pain as she carefully cleaned and bandaged each injury. Despite her frustration with Sanemi's stubbornness, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to care for him in his time of need.

As she finished dressing his wounds, Tsukiyo met Sanemi's gaze with a mixture of concern and affection. "There, all done," she said softly, a hint of relief in her voice. "You should rest now. I'll stay here and make sure you're comfortable first before leaving."

Sanemi offered her a small, grateful smile, his usual gruff exterior momentarily softened by her kindness. "Thanks, Amano," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tsukiyo nodded, as she stood up and began to gather the soiled cloths and used medical supplies. As she moved around the room, she couldn't help but steal glances at Sanemi, who had settled onto the futon, his eyes already starting to droop with fatigue.

"Amano," Sanemi called out suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence.

She turned to face him, surprised to see an uncharacteristic vulnerability in his eyes. "Yes, Shinazugawa?"

"Why do you care so much?" Sanemi asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and confusion.

Tsukiyo paused, considering her response carefully. She wasn't entirely sure why she cared so much either. Why did she always overreact when it came to Sanemi?

"Because I can't stand seeing you hurt," she said finally, her voice sincere.

"You're important to me, Shinazugawa. No matter how tough you act or how much you push others away, I see the pain you carry. And I want to help, even if you don't want me to." She hesitated before continuing, her voice soft but firm.

Sanemi looked away, his expression hardening again. "I'm used to dealing with things on my own. I don't need anyone's help."

Tsukiyo took a deep breath, steadying herself. Stepping closer, she gently placed a hand on his arm. "I understand you're used to doing things alone, Shinazugawa. But that doesn't mean you have to," she said softly, her eyes searching his for any sign of acceptance. "Everyone needs help sometimes, even the strongest among us."

Sanemi didn't respond immediately, and Tsukiyo felt a pang of doubt.

For a moment, silence hung in the air between them. Tsukiyo resumed her cleaning, giving Sanemi space to process her words. When she finished, she walked over to the window and gazed out at the moonlit night.

"I should go now," she said quietly. "You need to rest."

Sanemi's voice stopped her as she reached for the door. "Stay," he said, barely audible.

Tsukiyo turned back, her heart skipping a beat. "What?"

"Stay," Sanemi repeated, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that took her breath away. "Just for tonight. I... I don't want to be alone."

A warm smile spread across Tsukiyo's face. "Alright," she agreed softly. She moved to sit beside him, her presence a comforting balm to his weary soul.

As the night wore on, their conversation flowed quietly, each word gradually dissolving the tension between them. Sanemi opened up about his past, revealing the deep scars and pain that had driven him to become a Hashira. He spoke of his burdens, the weight of responsibility he carried, and the personal battles he fought every day.

In return, Tsukiyo shared her own struggles and fears, the challenges she faced, and the moments of doubt that haunted her. With each story exchanged, they found solace in the growing connection between them. The room, once filled with unspoken tension, now resonated with a sense of mutual understanding and empathy, forging a bond that neither had expected but both deeply needed.

Eventually, Sanemi's eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted off to sleep. Tsukiyo stayed awake a little longer, watching over him.

For the first time in a long while, Sanemi slept peacefully, and Tsukiyo knew that, no matter how difficult things got, she would always be there to support him.

The next morning, Sanemi woke up and immediately recalled the vulnerability he had shown the previous night. Embarrassment washed over him, and his expression darkened.

He found Tsukiyo tidying up the room and barked, "Forget everything that happened last night."

Tsukiyo looked at him, surprised. "Shinazugawa, you —"

"Just forget it," he interrupted, his tone harsh and commanding. "And if you ever breathe a word about it to anyone, you'll regret it. Do you understand?"

Tsukiyo met his gaze steadily, seeing through his tough exterior to the vulnerability underneath. With a playful smile, she said, "Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me. Consider it our little secret."

Sanemi grunted in response, but couldn't quite hide the flicker of gratitude in his eyes before turning away.

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