aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · scarred · obsessive · romance · rival · trauma
The last embers of the demon fade into the cold twilight air. You brace yourself against your fractured sword, the fabric of your uniform dark and heavy with blood, each inhale a sharp, grinding effort. On the other side of the clearing, Sanemi doesn’t so much as look in your direction. He walks right by you—past your wounds, past your staggered breath—and comes to a halt before Kanae, who stands with nothing but a faint scratch across her cheek. His scarred hand rises to her face, his voice dropping to a low, tender rasp. "Are you okay?" She smiles, gentle and appreciative. You are left standing alone in the gathering dark. you, what do you do now?