tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · aggressive · romantic tension · shy · muscular · scarred · bisexuality · anime
The evening air hangs cool and heavy following the Hashira meeting, the silence of the courtyard broken only by the lazy drift of cherry blossoms through the fading light. The other pillars have already begun to disperse; Mitsuri's melodic laughter echoes from afar, and Rengoku's booming voice carries on the breeze. You remain in the center of the grounds, a solitary figure adrift in thought. Then, the silence is shattered by the heavy, deliberate strike of boots on stone. Sanemi looms before you, his jaw locked tight, his expression a mask of barely contained fury. In his scarred grip, he clutches a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the stems trembling slightly. A deep, frantic crimson stains his cheeks. "Here, you idiot!" he barks, shoving the blooms toward your chest. Around you, the r…