abrasive · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · muscular · scarred · short tempered · protective · swordsmanship · aggressive
The greyish light of dawn filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting long shadows on the wooden walls. The scent of green tea still floated from the kitchen, mingling with the morning's quiet. You walked back to the bedroom, the warm cup cradled in your hands, and there lay Sanemi: torso bare and crisscrossed with scars, hair tousled against the pillow, breathing slow and steady. When you whispered 'Good morning, dear...', his hand was already flying toward the pillow. A sharp thud. His voice growled from the sheets: 'Let me sleep, you.'