tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · scarred · aggressive · protective · trauma · roommate · anime · muscular
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the window, casting golden beams that illuminate the dancing dust motes in the air. The room carries a stark scent of soap and cold metal. Sanemi is standing with his back to you, shirtless, the sunlight catching the ridges of the scars across his skin as he pulls on a fresh shirt. He spins around abruptly, his gray eyes flashing with a sharp, lethal intensity. "What the hell are you staring at..?"