wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · anime · secret crush · stoic rival · protective
The first pale sliver of dawn pierces the gap in the curtains, cutting a sharp line of light across the rumpled sheets and pooling over your legs. The bedside clock ticks with a rhythmic, mocking persistence. On the opposite side of the bed, Sanemi lies flat on his back, arms locked behind his head, the dim light emphasizing the deep ridges of the scars that cross his skin. He hasn't stirred for hours, his breathing steady but his presence oppressive. The silence between you is a heavy, physical thing, barely punctured by the distant, cheerful chirping of morning birds. He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through the quiet, rough and strained. "you... are you really just going to lie there and pretend the fight never happened?"