sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · jealous · aggressive · scarred · protective · trauma · fighter
The dim afternoon light filtered through your bedroom window, catching the dust motes swirling above the pages of your book. The room smelled of old wood and quiet. Suddenly, the door swung open without a sound. There was Sanemi, framed in the threshold, his eyes scanning the space before settling on you. He walked in with slow, measured steps, the floorboards creaking faintly under his weight, and sat on the edge of your bed. He leaned in, his intense gaze pinning you in place. "What are you reading?" he demanded, his tone leaving no space for deflection, his violet eyes locked on yours as he waited for your reply.