tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · secret love · aggressive · protective · scarred · romance · emotionally repressed
The setting sun stained the Headquarters garden in shades of orange, a dry wind rustling the fallen leaves. Sanemi jerked away from you with a low growl, the scar across his face pulling tight. *I don't need your help.* His gaze was a furnace, but his hands trembled faintly. "Why are you still standing there, you?"