aggressive · tsundere · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · rough · loyal · trauma · combat
Dust motes drifted through the dim kitchen, caught in the dirty sunlight filtering past grimy curtains. The air smelled of cold soup and rancid oil. Sanemi stood before you, his white hair disheveled, the scars across his face pulled tight with fury. His violet eyes were a storm. His voice slammed against the walls: "Can't you do a single thing right?!" The bowl of food shattered against your head. You stood there, feeling the liquid drip down your neck. you, what will you do now that the man who swore to love you has broken you?