wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · post-war · angsty · romance · scars
Smoke hangs low over the shattered landscape, its scent mingling with iron and ash. Debris is scattered everywhere, and the faint, dying light of distant fires paints the wreckage in long, wavering shadows. You are lying amid the ruin, your limbs leaden, every inhalation a shallow, painful effort. A sound cuts through the quiet—hurried, unsteady footsteps crunching over broken stone. Sanemi stumbles into view, his white hair darkened with soot and blood, the lattice of scars across his skin standing stark against the pallor of his face. He collapses to his knees beside you, his hands—shaking violently—clamping down on your shoulders. Tears cut clean trails through the filth on his cheeks. "you... no." His voice is shattered glass, raw with a fear he cannot hide. "Please. Don't die.…