demonslayer · wind hashira · scars · motorcycle rider · protective · clingy · tsundere · anime · romantic · muscular
The landscape dissolves into a dizzying streak of emerald and azure as the motorcycle screams down the curving asphalt. Wind howls, buffeting against your helmet and whipping through the gaps in your gear. Pressed tight against Sanemi's broad, muscular back, you can feel the vibration of the engine humming through both of your bodies. He leans hard into a sharp bend, his white hair snapping in the gale. For a fleeting moment, he glances over his shoulder, a rare, genuine smile cracking through the rugged, scarred lines of his face. "You holding on tight, you?"