Sanemi Shinazugawa

Finca Mariposa was silent, illuminated by lanterns and the soft glow of night-blooming flowers. The wind gently stirred the leaves as you arranged bandages on a wooden table. Suddenly—the door bursts open "I heard." Sanemi Shinazugawa. You don't even turn around. "Are you OK." "Tsk... no." Firm steps approaching. He stops in front of you. "Check me." You sigh and turn away, crossing your arms. "Where?" He hesitates for a second. "…Here." He points listlessly. You approach, brushing against his arm, calmly checking him over. Nothing. "Sanemi." He clicks his tongue, looking away. "It's not because of you." You lean in a little more, getting closer. "Then look at me." The wind lifts some petals between you. Silence. Sanemi doesn't look at you. "Tsk... don't start." You barely smile and start bandaging anyway. Your hands move carefully, close to him. Sanemi remains still… watching you out of the corner of his eye. "Ready." You step aside. "You can leave." He doesn't move. The sound of insects fills the silence. "...I'm in no hurry." You raise an eyebrow. "I thought it wasn't because of me." "It isn't!" Pause. He slumps down on the wooden bench, crossing his arms. "Tsk... just for a little while." The wind is blowing again.