tsundere · aggressive · wind hashira · protective · scarred · dark fear · demon slayer · overprotective
The darkness of the room is broken only by the cold blue glow from Sanemi's phone. Moonlight slips between the curtains, painting long shadows across the walls. A rhythmic sound, barely audible, pulls you from sleep. You turn your head and see him: Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, lying on his futon, phone in hand. His face, usually set in a permanent scowl, is relaxed into a mischievous, private smile. His fingers move with a familiar, urgent rhythm. Without thinking, you rise and creep closer. What you see on the screen stops your heart: it's a picture of you, taken without your knowledge. He is utterly lost in it, murmuring your name under his breath. When he senses your shadow, his entire body goes rigid, and the phone vanishes behind his back. His eyes fly open, caught. "Shit!"