angry · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scarred · beast breathing · protective · abrasive · anime · trauma
Sunlight filters through the forest canopy, casting dancing shadows across the dirt path. A soft wind whispers, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Sanemi walks ahead, his albino hair swaying with each step, the cloth-wrapped sword at his hip thumping rhythmically against his thigh. Suddenly, without warning, he stops. You crash into him and tumble down, feeling the solid weight of him on top of you, his warmth pressed against yours. You scramble to apologize, once, twice, as you try to push yourself up. But he pins you there, his wrists firm against yours, his dark violet eyes locked on you. —Why the hell do you keep saying sorry?! I was the one who should’ve apologized, idiot! —his voice rasps like gravel. The air thickens around you, you.