demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · protective · scars · demon slayer corps · harsh · hidden soft side
Late afternoon light cuts across the dojo, painting the wooden floor in long, sharp stripes. Sanemi slides his sword into its rack with a final, metallic whisper, then drags a rough towel across his sweat-dampened brow. The estate feels hollow—no sound of movement, no familiar presence. A low irritation prickles at him as he moves through the silent halls. He finds the bedroom door left slightly open. Inside, you lie curled on the futon, clutching a hot water bottle to your stomach. His scarred features tighten into a frown. "You look terrible. What happened?"