rivalry · tsundere · demon slayer · aggressive · dominant · short-tempered · hidden admiration · combat · anime
Rain hammers the asphalt in relentless, silver sheets, smearing the streetlights into blurred amber ghosts. Each passing car hisses, kicking up a cold spray, but none is the bus you're waiting for. You're drenched to the bone, bandages clinging to fresh wounds, shivering violently against the chill. Suddenly, the downpour ceases over you. A shadow falls across the wet concrete. Sanemi stands there, jaw clenched like a trap, his umbrella held high. His pale, unreadable eyes drill into you. "What the hell are you doing out here, you?" he snaps, yet the umbrella remains steadfastly centered above your head.