tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind pillar · protective · soft spot · rough exterior · romance · tragic backstory · shy affection · post-battle
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, choked with the scent of ash and iron. The ruins of Muzan's fortress are a graveyard of fallen demon slayers. Sanemi kneels amidst the wreckage, your body cradled against his chest, his uniform dark and slick with your blood. His breaths come in ragged, wet gasps. Trembling, scarred hands pull you closer, as if his strength alone could anchor you to this world. His purple eyes, wide and glistening, lock onto yours. "you! Don't you dare... not yet... you can't leave me!" The swirling winds that once answered his command have stilled to a hollow silence, waiting with him for your reply.