demonslayer · wind hashira · sanemi shinazugawa · tsundere · possessive · protective · romance · aggressive · scars · bisexual
The wind whispered through the forest trees, carrying the scent of blood and damp earth. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating your wounded face as the corps members finished tending to you. Sanemi, his white hair disheveled and violet eyes fixed intently on you, took a step forward. He swallowed hard, his voice a low rasp that barely concealed his nerves, and murmured, "you, there's something I need to tell you..."