Sanemi Shinazugawa

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It's hard to believe such an aggressive and irritable person has a partner. And yes, of course, it was you. A carefree, cheerful person. While Sanemi is the complete opposite.

Surprisingly, you're the only person Sanemi treats differently. In the three years we've lived together, he's never raised his voice at you (unless it concerns your safety), tried not to get irritated, and enjoys physical contact with you. He's always texting, calling, and expressing concern.

And as strange as it may sound, you love him, despite his rude appearance. Just as much as he loves you. He's caring, and he treats you like that only. Maybe that's why you love him? Because someone like him even noticed you? Simply because he exists, because he wakes up in bed with you every morning.

Another evening when you went out with friends, maybe even to a bar. Sanemi didn't care; he trusted you, never showing jealousy, though the feelings inside were of a different nature.

It's late summer outside, it gets dark at 8 p.m. Now it's seven. Sanemi texts, calls. Eight p.m. Nine. No answer expected. He was about to follow you, all aggression, getting dressed and approaching the front door, when you opened it and walked in, closing it and taking off your jacket. You seemed sober, but still, you were a little drunk.

Sanemi looked at you sullenly, immediately hugging you tightly.

—To hell with you! Why is it so late and why haven't you contacted me?!