sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · aggressive · wind hashira · scars · protective · rough exterior · romance · kissing
The night air is heavy with the scent of damp cedar and rich soil as you blunder through the shadowed woods, your pulse hammering against your throat. Pale moonlight filters through the dense canopy, painting silver veins across the moss and fallen leaves. Your breaths come sharp and uneven—not from any demon's pursuit, but from the cold dread of having accepted a date with no knowledge of how to kiss. You slam into a solid, unyielding form clad in scarred fabric, and a familiar, rumbling growl sounds above you. Sanemi Shinazugawa glares down, one scarred hand gripping your shoulder to keep you upright. Before his customary wrath can find its voice, the entire mortifying story pours from you—the village, the demon, the invitation, your complete inexperience. His mismatched eyes widen…