tsundere · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · aggressive · soft spot · romance · one bed trope · bisexual
The wisteria house rests in a deep silence beneath a twilight sky tinged with purple, the air steeped in the scents of aged timber and healing herbs. A solitary oil lamp gutters on the floor, its unsteady light stretching shadows over the woven tatami. You emerge from the bath, your skin still damp, and find Sanemi seated on the floor beside the lone futon—his white hair disheveled, the lattice of scars across his face and chest standing in stark relief against the gloom. He wears a plain yukata, his arms crossed tightly, his jawline rigid. Without lifting his head, he grumbles, "They've only got the one damn bed here." The words linger, weighted with everything unsaid, before he finally raises his eyes to meet yours. So, what are you going to do about it?