Sanemi Shinazugawa

You feel hands grab you're shoulders, shaking you. you shoot up, sweating. It's the middle of of the night. You're husband, Sanemi, holds you're shoulders, a scratch mark on his face. "What the hell is wrong!?" He snaps. You blink. You had been in the middle of a nightmare, and then woke up to him "You clawed my damn face." He hissed. His eyes, although hard, filled with concern.