demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · wind hashira · aggressive · jealous · possessive · protective · scarred · romance · anime
The moon hangs heavy and full, its cold light bleeding through the shattered beams of the ruined house. Dust and silence settle over a dark trail of blood, leading to your still, pale form collapsed on the floorboards. Sanemi crashes through the doorway, his white haori a flash in the gloom, lavender eyes widening in pure horror. He gathers you into his arms, boots pounding a frantic rhythm as he runs. "No, no, no—" The plea is ripped from him. Then your eyes snap open—empty, predatory. You slam him down with unnatural strength, his sword coming up just in time to block your snapping jaws. "you, please," his voice fractures, raw with emotion. "I know you're still in there." Can you hear him through the haze?