(Requested)

jealous sanemi

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He was being irritable. First, by beating up the new kid and his sister, then by telling me to go away after I offered to help him patch up his head wound. It was annoying how insincere and selfish he was being, and I was sick of it. Both of us were unhappy, and although I hated to see our relationship being strained because of some petty thing like pride, I had wanted to take some time off from this for a while.

Sighing while sitting myself down by the pond, I looked at my reflection in the water's calm surface and frowned, seeing how my expression battled the one I usually wore. My eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of my lips turned downwards. I wasn't very good at hiding my emotions, and they were often on full display, like a little picture show, on my face.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" Upon hearing a voice, I turned myself so that I faced the person who'd said my name. I was met with the sight of a white-haired figure, who I wished so badly to be Sanemi, but when I looked at his fuchsia eyes, all my hope crumbled into fine powder, the remnants of it blowing away in the wind. I forced a smile at him, not wanting to come off as rude.

"Hey, Tengen." The Sound Pillar took a seat next to me, his legs folded up and hand coming to rest on my outer shoulder. Heaving another heavy breath, I shook my head and buried my face in my hands, unable to take this crushing feeling anymore. I couldn't help but spill everything out while being interrupted by the occasional hiccup. The white-haired male just listened attentively, eyebrows creased in worry. Having another person to be around was strangely comforting, like there was at least another there to support me in approaching this difficult bump in Sanemi's and my relationship.

"Now, now," Uzui shushed, sliding his arm over to pat my back, "Crying isn't very flamboyant." I laughed a little at his remark, feeling a warm sense of enjoyment flood into my system. My friend chuckled and used his fingers to tilt my head onto his upper shoulder, allowing for me to rest. Smiling at the gesture, I closed my eyes in appreciation and gladly soaked up all the affection I was receiving. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't as if I had feelings for Tengen -- he already had three wives and I was in a relationship -- I just craved attention at that moment. 

"There we go," the Pillar murmured, his gaze downcast on my face, "that smile looks so lovely on your face." It was a serene moment in his embrace as the breeze rustled the trees and elicited small melodies out of the birds -- the most humane I'd ever felt before. The longer we stayed like that, the more I began to imagine that it was Sanemi holding me. His touch was so gentle, full of care despite being so muscular -- handling me like a porcelain doll. I'd run my fingers through his hair and giggle at the way his face would flush at the sensation.

"Sanemi..." I mumbled, starting to wrap my arms around the Sound Pillar's limb, "Sanemi..." Repeating his name over and over, I started to get more familiar with it and how it seemed to roll off my tongue ever so beautifully. But I didn't have time to think about my fantasies anymore, as the real hashira had spotted me curled up with Tengen. 

My thoughts were immediately cut off as I felt a pair of arms clamp around my torso and haul me up. Uzui's eyes sharpened and he whirled around, prepared to defend me against whatever unknown source that had yanked so forcefully on my uniform, but he lowered his stance when recognizing the figure.

"What the fuck," Sanemi spat, glaring at the Sound hashira, "Are you doing with (Y/N)?" Because of the initial shock, I could only watch helplessly as the two Pillars stared at each other with a smoldering intensity.

"I see that you're still bleeding," Tengen scoffed, "What, did nobody offer to help you with it?" This statement irked Shinazugawa, as he growled and tensed up, but said nothing in return. After understanding that he hadn't won this fight, the Wind Pillar turned on his heel and walked off with me still captured in his arms. Struggling and wriggling to escape Sanemi's vice-like grip, I grunted at the effort it took to try and pry his hands off of me.

"Let me go!" I shouted, "Get your hands off of me!" Of course, the hashira wouldn't relent, so I kept on screaming and yelling, banging on his forearms and fingers to try and get them loose, if only for a second. Once I felt my eyes well up with tears, I knew my efforts were for nothing. My lower lip trembled and I let out a sob, feeling my face turn red and shoulders begin to shake.

"Why are you like this, Shinazugawa?" The figure carrying me stopped moving once he heard his surname instead of his first name. "Just let me go, please." It meant a lot -- I'd never called him that even once in our relationship, and even insisted that we use cutesy variations of our first names for each other like all the other couples did. As Sanemi's fingers uncurled and his grip softened, I tore myself away from his arms. Implacable tears streamed down my face as I cried -- quiet gasps rising and falling from my chest.

He stayed quiet, only staring at me with that dull gaze of his. I couldn't look at him -- there were too many thoughts racing around my head for me to properly confront him with my emotions. Despite the fact that I knew that he could fully comprehend what I was thinking, Sanemi took a step forwards. Feeling shivers race down my spine as he advanced quickly, my glistening eyes flickered nervously from the ground to him -- I wanted anything but to have the hashira haul me up again and carrying me like a sack of flour. 

Stifling a groan when he snatched my wrist, I winced and felt an unfamiliar pain come from a spot on it. I squeezed my eyes shut at the soreness that came from Sanemi's fingers on the wound and didn't realize that his grip was more docile than before. 

"Did I do this to you?" he murmured, voice low and patchy. It took me a couple moments to muster the courage to flutter my eyelids open and see what the damage was. My breath hitched in my throat as I caught sight of a nasty purple bruise that spread across my hand, wrist, and forearm, probably the effect of banging so hard on my boyfriend's forearm. I noticed that he didn't seem to have any internal bleeding, which struck me as odd. But the Wind Pillar was too busy being focused on my injury to pay attention to anything else.

Suddenly, I felt his lips on the surface of the inside of my wrist. With widening eyes, I distractedly watched as Sanemi layered kiss after kiss on my arm, his fingers delicately interlaced with mine. Too surprised to even stammer, I just looked on with my mouth slightly open. What was happening?

As the Wind hashira's gaze finally lifted and bore into my irises, I sensed that he had something to say. His face contorted at the effort it took to force out the words and he looked at his feet again, but I waited patiently.

"Look, I just..." he sighed, the tips of his ears turning red as he covered his eyes with a hand, "Sorry, okay?" The word echoed in my empty mind like a hymn sung in a barren church. It felt liberating to hear it in such a manner. What made it even more effective was the fact that he looked so vulnerable while pushing his pride aside.

Perhaps I even started to see some emotion in those deep, dark eyes of his.

My thoughts were cut short when my lover sighed and squeezed my hand tighter, drawing my figure close to his in order to glaze his eyes up and down my body. Somehow I felt the tiniest bit more assured as the spitfire shine returned to his irises with hints of cockiness sprinkled within it. Sanemi's mouth was still turned downwards in an upset pout as his free hand landed on my waist and felt around, groping at my curves.

"A body like this shouldn't be hurt at all." My face flushed and I felt a laugh rise from the bottom of my stomach. Clamping my lips shut, I attempted to stifle it, but a few snorts managed to escape. Shinazugawa raised an eyebrow and slithered his fingers further down my back, the tips just grazing the bottom of my tailbone.

"Are you trying to laugh or pretend that you're a pig so I'll leave you alone?" After that remark, I couldn't help but burst into giggles, forgetting to even muffle the melodious sound with my hand. It was uncomfortable, to overcome my own emotional stubbornness, but I eventually got situated. Leaning on Sanemi's chest, my shoulders quaked and my arms shook at the magnitude of my own laughter.

"You're so dumb," I wheezed, attempting to whack his bicep, "Stupid Sanemi, stupid Sanemi-" The grey-haired male shut me up with a kiss, his lips suddenly crashing into mine. I mumbled words of protest before relaxing and practically melting into him. My hands curled into claws and furiously grabbed at his kimono, pulling him closer to me. Our lips moved quickly, as we both had some anger to expel. While our teeth bumped together every so often and our tongues messily slid across one another, I found comfort in knowing that there was a secret side of my lover that was just as passionate about me as I was about him.

"You were gonna fucking rip my face off." The makeout session ended with both of us breathing hard, and with Sanemi's fingers tangled in my hair. My heated cheeks burned with such severity I though they were going to turn into small balls of fire. The Wind hashira chuckled and snuck his thumb out of my locks to caress the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, whining silently for more of him to smooth my skin and whisper sweet nothings into my ear -- and he answered my pleads perfectly, enveloping my head in his arms and murmuring the nicest compliments a feisty Pillar could muster.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, being happy like this. I enjoyed the sensation -- so much so that I immediately craved more and more of it. 

Hopefully in the future, we can have moments just like this, minus all the fighting beforehand.