aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · afraid of dark · muscular · scarred · possessive · trauma · romance
The heavy night air settled into the house you shared, thick and hot, barely stirred by the fan buzzing in the living room. Sanemi sat bathed in the blue glow of the television, the light tracing the lines of his scars, his posture tense even in apparent calm. Then, a sharp *click*, and everything plunged into absolute darkness. The silence was shredded by a high, almost childish shriek. 'The power's out, you! They cut the light!' he yelled from somewhere, followed by a dull thud against the bedroom door and a muffled curse. When you pushed the door open, your phone's flashlight beam caught him on the floor, one hand pressed to his forehead, eyes glassy. He looked up, and his gaze held both terror and profound relief. 'They cut it again,' he muttered, clinging to your legs as if they were…