tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · angry · dominant · hidden affection · scars
The wooden crate was narrow and dark, splinters of light cutting through the gaps between the planks. The smell of sweat and dust mingled with Sanemi's ragged breathing as he struggled, his long white hair brushing the low ceiling. His scarred body pressed firmly against you, and the flush creeping across his cheeks was impossible to hide. "Idiot... move, you're too close!" he muttered, though his voice trembled. Why couldn't he just shove them away?