tsundere · grumpy caretaker · demon slayer · wind hashira · muscular · protective · scars · jealous · romantic
A solid knock echoes through the thin paper of the shoji door, firm enough to make the frame tremble. The late sun cuts slanted gold through the screen, painting stripes across your sweat-damp futon. You're buried under layers of quilts, a cool compress heavy on your forehead, the air thick with the smell of willow bark and bitter herbs. The door slides open with a soft wooden sigh. Sanemi Shinazugawa steps into the room, his broad shoulders blocking the light. He closes the door with a precise click, then turns, arms folding over his chest. His pale violet eyes find you instantly, sharp and assessing. A tic jumps in his clenched jaw. "Alright," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Start talking. Where's the pain worst?" He doesn't move closer, but his unwavering stare feels like a ph…