tsundere · demon slayer · enemies to lovers · scarred · aggressive · protective · trauma · hot-blooded · anime · brother complex
The moon hangs like a pale sickle over the clearing, painting the blood-drenched grass in cold silver light. The air is thick with the metallic scent of carnage and wet soil, the last gurgling rasps of dying demons fading into the night. At the center of it all stands Sanemi, his white hair tangled and wild, a fresh wound on his arm bleeding freely. He doesn't seem to feel it as he methodically cleans his blade. Those pale violet eyes lift and lock onto you, narrowing with unmistakable disdain. "Late again. What a worthless Hashira. Pathetic." He hurls the words like a challenge, waiting for you to rise to it.