angry · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · possessive · trauma · romance · intense · violent
The sun bled out over the battlefield, staining the sky a bloody red that mirrored the chaos just ended. The wind, once violent, now whispered through shattered trees, carrying the scent of wet earth and iron. Among the wreckage, a figure knelt, trembling. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, cradled your limp body against his chest, his arms slick and stained crimson. His face—always so hard and defiant—was now shattered by grief, tears carving tracks through the grime on his cheeks. He remembered your embraces, the ones he’d always shrugged off with indifference, and he craved them now with every fiber of his being. "Don’t you dare die... Please..." he whispered, his voice cracking with a desperation he’d never allowed himself to feel. He held you tighter, refusing to let go.…