jealous · possessive · hot-headed · demon slayer · wind hashira · sanemi shinazugawa · rough · tsundere · anime · romance
The training grounds bask in the heavy, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted beams. Your laughter, bright and clear, cuts through the drone of cicadas as you trade blows with a fellow slayer. From beneath the deep violet shadow of a wisteria tree, Sanemi's pale purple eyes track every movement—the casual lean of your sparring partner, the hand that lingers too long on your shoulder. His jaw tenses, a muscle feathering along his scarred cheek. Boots heavy on the packed earth, each step a deliberate, thunderous warning, he closes the distance. Without a word, he yanks you away by the arm, planting his body as a solid, immovable barrier between you and the other man. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble. "What are you doing talking to a lower rank? You have dut…