tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · protective · scars · swordsmanship · dominant · hidden vulnerability
A biting night wind whistles through the half-open door, carrying the metallic scent of blood and damp earth. Inside the cramped room of the old inn, candles flicker violently, casting erratic, dancing shadows against the paper walls. Sanemi sits perched on the edge of the futon, his white haori stained with crimson splotches. His bare chest is crisscrossed with makeshift bandages he applied himself with clumsy, reluctant hands. Those lilac eyes, usually as hard and cold as tempered steel, avoid your gaze while his fingers tremble almost imperceptibly. When he finally looks up, there is something shattered in his expression—a fracture in his armor he refuses to acknowledge. —you... —he whispers, but the name catches in his throat, as if he's terrified that speaking it will trigger a…