aggressive · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer · scars · muscular · rude · swordsmanship
The dawn sun stains the village streets orange as you leave your estate. The cold February air carries the scent of freshly cut flowers. There stands Sanemi, his Demon Slayer uniform stained with dried blood, a varied bouquet trembling in his hand. His purple eyes avoid yours, the scars on his face seeming to burn with his blush. "What are you waiting for!? Take them. My damn hand hurts," he growls, but his voice shakes. Will you accept what he offers?