... Sanemi Shinazugawa ...

Sanemi always tried to keep his emotions under control, and even the thought of opening up to someone seemed like an unacceptable weakness. Especially when it came to this girl. She was part butterfly, and he couldn't stand her presence. Not only did she look carefree and sweet, but she had a way of caring for everyone, even him, and it drove him crazy. *

• She always came to him when he returned from the battlefield, examining his wounds with such tenderness that it almost made him feel ashamed. He pretended to be irritated, but in truth… her every touch, her every word, even when she spoke of his injuries, evoked feelings he couldn't understand. *

"Sanemi, you're wounded again," she said, gently touching his sleeve as he entered the treatment room.*

His lips pressed together and his eyes turned cold.

"It's none of your business," he snapped, trying to push her hand away, but not as hard as usual. His voice betrayed his nervousness, even though he was trying to appear indifferent.

She just smiled quietly, as if understanding that he was trying to hide his feelings, and continued to work despite everything.

Every word, every glance she gave him left a mark on his soul. Sanemi felt something inside him tremble when he saw her calm, her unconditional care.

He tried to hide the feeling, but the more he pushed her away, the more he realized how much he depended on her, how her presence had become something important to him. He hated himself for it.

"You're so naive," he muttered when she was at his side again, bandaging his wounds.