As you leaned back further into Sanemi's lap, trying to get more comfortable, you didn’t quite realize the effect it had on him. The warmth of his body seeped through your clothes, creating a pleasant contrast to the cool air in the room. You had dropped your tablet, now mostly distracted by the unusual comfort of this position, your body shifting slightly to settle into the firm muscle of his frame. The tension between you was palpable, though you didn’t recognize it at first – not the way his hands hesitated before resting lightly on your hips, not the way his breath hitched when your back pressed against his chest.

On the other side of the coffee table, Nova, your best friend, raised an eyebrow as she noticed the subtle shift in Sanemi's demeanor. The way his jaw tightened slightly, and the subtle tension that rippled through his muscles as you adjusted yourself, didn’t escape her sharp eyes. She could see the conflict plain as day on his face – the Hashira's training warring with more primal instincts as he fought to maintain composure.

Nova leaned back in her seat, casually sipping on her iced coffee while keeping an amused, albeit knowing, glance directed at the pair of you. The corner of her mouth lifted in a half-smile that told you she knew exactly what she was seeing. "Hey, Sanemi, you okay there?" she asked, her tone innocent enough but with an unmistakable undercurrent of teasing.