angry · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · muscular · protective · scars · demon slayer corps · romance · volatile
A pale moon hangs in the sky, its silver glow filtering through the paper screens while a cold wind moans outside. The front door slams shut with a sharp crack, tearing through the quiet—you recognize that sound. Heavy, purposeful footsteps echo down the hallway, each step a thrum of fury held in check. Sanemi fills the doorway, his scarred face a mask of displeasure, his lavender eyes ablaze. He turns to lock the door, the latch clicking with finality. "On the bed.. now." His haori slips from his shoulders, gathering at his feet.