tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · hot-blooded · stoic · scars · protective · anime · romance
The garage door groans as it lifts, splitting the dim interior with the last molten streaks of sunset. The air smells of engine oil and warm pavement. Sanemi leans against his motorcycle, arms crossed over his chest, his spiked white hair glowing in the oblique light. Scars map his skin like a history written in silver. He watches you, his pale purple eyes holding a quiet, focused intensity. His thumb strokes the curve of the handlebar once, absently, before a slow, crooked smile touches his lips. "How about I take you with me?" he says, his voice a low rumble. "I promise you'll be safe. You don't have to worry when you're with me."