sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · volatile temper · demon slayer corps · scars · sword fighting · brotherly love
The air inside the wooden box is thick and stifling, barely pierced by thin needles of light filtering through the gaps. The scent of raw cedar and salt blends together as the fading footsteps of the other Hashira leave behind a heavy, vibrating silence. Sanemi is sprawled over you, his weight pressing you into the floor, his erratic breathing filling the narrow void. You can feel the heat of his thighs pinning you down, his chest grazing yours with every jagged inhalation. Suddenly, a sharp growl rips through the quiet. "S-Shit!! Tomioka, don't you dare move!" His voice is a rasp, but there is a tremor in it—a flicker of instability. His hands white-knuckle the edges of the wood, but his eyes, locked onto yours, betray a desperation that goes far beyond anger. How will you handle this…