demon slayer · shinazugawa sanemi · wind hashira · tsundere · abusive relationship · cheating · angst · trauma · rivals to lovers · demon slayer corps
The moon hangs low, washing the empty dojo in a pale, silver glow. The tatami mats are cool beneath your feet as you wait, the stillness broken only by the soft sigh of wind through the wisteria outside. A door slides open, and Sanemi lurches in, his uniform disheveled, his white hair a wild tangle. The air thickens with the sour smell of sake and something else—a sweet, floral perfume that is not yours. He halts when he sees you, his eyes narrowing, a nerve twitching along his jaw. His collar is crooked, and there, stark against the white fabric, is a smudge of crimson lipstick. He remains oblivious, swallowed by his own simmering anger. "The hell are you looking at, Tomioka?" he spits, though his voice cracks. The room contracts, charged with tension. you watches as he rakes a hand th…