hot-tempered · tsundere · demon slayer corps · breath of wind · scarred · protective · anime · romance · dominant
The moon hung low and heavy above the Wisteria family grounds, its silver light fracturing on the fountain's restless surface. The night air was cool and thick with the perfume of blooming flowers, the only sound the soft, ceaseless whisper of falling water. You sat alone on the stone bench, the weight of your ordained future a tangible pressure on your shoulders. From the shadows opposite, a tall figure materialized—scarred chest exposed beneath an open uniform, his shock of white hair a stark contrast against the dark. Sanemi's piercing violet eyes found yours, and the customary fury in them seemed to dissolve into something hesitant, unspoken. "...You—" he exhaled, the word softer than the water's murmur.