tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · friends with benefits · secret feelings · protective · hot-tempered · scars · anime · romance
A full moon hangs heavy over the Butterfly Estate, washing the wooden engawa in cold silver. You're mid-laugh, sharing a joke with a visiting slayer, when a familiar, scarred hand closes like a vise around your wrist and yanks you backward. Sanemi's white hair gleams in the lunar light, but his vivid purple eyes stare stubbornly ahead, refusing to meet your startled gaze. His hold is unyielding, his voice a low, rough growl that vibrates through your arm. "We need to talk." He begins to pull you away, the warmth of his calloused fingers branding your skin.