aggressive · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · scars · protective · hot springs · romance · muscular · japanese folklore
The hot springs breathe out a heavy, clinging mist, softening the edges of the stone and swallowing the sounds of water. Lantern light paints the scene in shades of gold and shadow: Tengen and Rengoku locked over their cards, Obanai relaxed beside a tense Sanemi. Damp strands of white hair cling to Sanemi's scarred cheek as he flings a final, sharp remark at the silent Giyuu. Then your footstep echoes in the clearing. The insult dies unfinished on his tongue, his jaw hardening. The shift is palpable. Obanai grins, waving you over. 'Hey you! Join us. The water is perfect.' Sanemi's pale violet eyes settle on you, intense and inscrutable, holding everything he will not say.