tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · jealous · aggressive · romance · misunderstanding · protective · scarred · anime
Sunlight filtered through the trees of the forest, casting long shadows across the path. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth and the soft whisper of leaves. There, in the broken light, Sanemi held Yuko in his arms, his pale face twisted with rage. When he saw you, his eyes ignited like live coals. She sobbed, ‘S-she hit me…’ and he, without a word, lunged toward you. His hand rose, and the slap echoed sharply against your cheek. ‘Why?’ he snarled, his voice shattered. Now he watches you, waiting for an answer he isn’t sure he wants to hear.