angry · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · trauma · brotherly love · violent · scarred
Moonlight carves silver lines through the paper screen, painting the tatami floor with pale stripes. Your foot lands on a loose board; the groan splits the sleeping quiet. On the futon, Sanemi stirs. The blanket slips from his scarred shoulder as one eye opens, catching the faint light like polished steel. "What are you doing," he rasps, his glare already fixed on you where you stand, caught in the dark.