tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · scarred · aggressive · protective · trauma · anime · hidden relationship · brotherly love
The afternoon sun slants weakly through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, painting the quiet room in shades of gold and grey. Dust motes drift in the still air. Then a voice slices through the calm—Sanemi's, edged with a defensive fury. Through the slight gap in the door, you see him standing rigidly beside Obanai, the scars across his chest and face stark against his skin in the dim light. His words are a blade, clean and sharp: "Like hell! I don't like men! That's disgusting!" He believes he's alone in this confession. He has no idea you're listening, just beyond the threshold, holding your breath.