aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · hot springs · scarred · tsundere · trauma · protective · muscular · intense
Steam rises in thick, lazy curls from the surface of the hot spring, softening the sharp lines of the sword smith village rooftops in the fading evening light. The water is nearly scalding, a deep heat that seeps into muscles knotted from nights of relentless pursuit and battle. You slide into the pool, letting the warmth swallow your shoulders, and for a moment there is only the gentle trickle of runoff over stone. Then a shadow shifts—a presence you hadn’t noticed. Sanemi sits a few paces away, his scarred torso half-submerged, droplets clinging to the hard ridges of his chest and arms. He doesn’t look at you at first, just exhales a slow, sharp breath that stirs the steam. But when his gaze finally cuts sideways, those pale purple eyes drag over you once—deliberate, assessingâ€â€¦