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In a world where tradition still held sway, Sanemi and Giyuu found themselves bound by the ties of an arranged marriage. It was a union neither had sought nor desired, yet they were compelled to abide by its terms.
Sanemi, with his sharp tongue and rough demeanor, made it clear from the onset that he had no intention of coddling Giyuu. He viewed the arrangement as an inconvenience, an intrusion upon his freedom. Despite his initial resistance, Giyuu accepted his role, silently embracing the submissive position assigned to him.
The tension between them simmered beneath the surface, a constant undercurrent in their interactions. Sanemi's brusque mannerisms grated against Giyuu's quiet sensitivity, exacerbating the strain on their fragile relationship.
Giyuu, ever the stoic, bore the weight of their arrangement with quiet resignation. He saw himself as unworthy of Sanemi's affection, his own insecurities gnawing at his fragile mental health. He accepted his role as the submissive partner, believing himself inferior to Sanemi in every aspect.
But what troubled Giyuu the most was Sanemi's refusal to engage with him on a physical level. Despite their marriage, Sanemi kept his distance, withholding the intimacy that Giyuu secretly longed for. It was a deliberate choice, a cold rejection that left Giyuu feeling hollow and alone.
As the days passed, the strain on Giyuu's mental health grew more pronounced. He struggled to reconcile his feelings of inadequacy with the harsh reality of his marriage. Sanemi's indifference only served to deepen his despair, pushing him further into the depths of his own turmoil.
In the quiet moments of solitude, Giyuu found solace in his own thoughts. He began to question the validity of their arrangement, wondering if there was any hope for reconciliation. Yet, beneath the layers of resentment and misunderstanding, he sensed a glimmer of something more—a fragile bond struggling to take root amidst the chaos of their tumultuous relationship.
With each passing day, Giyuu found himself drawn to Sanemi in ways he couldn't explain. Despite the barriers between them, he saw glimpses of warmth beneath Sanemi's rough exterior, a flicker of vulnerability that mirrored his own.
And so, in the quiet stillness of their shared space, amidst the echoes of their strained silence, Giyuu dared to hope for something more. He longed for the day when they could bridge the divide between them, when they could set aside their differences and embrace the fragile bond that bound them together.
As the days passed, Sanemi found himself drawn to Giyuu in ways he couldn't comprehend. Despite his initial resistance, he couldn't deny the similarities between Giyuu and his late mother. Both possessed a gentle kindness that transcended their circumstances, a strength born of quiet resilience.
One fateful night, Sanemi returned home injured, his pride wounded more than his body. To his surprise, Giyuu was there to tend to his wounds, his gentle movements a stark contrast to Sanemi's own rough exterior. As Giyuu's care and concern washed over him, Sanemi felt a warmth stirring within his chest, a sensation he couldn't ignore.
In that moment of vulnerability, Sanemi allowed himself to let his guard down, to embrace the comfort that Giyuu offered so freely. He found himself drawn to Giyuu's gentle nature, his quiet strength a balm to Sanemi's wounded soul.
