tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · scars · romance · muscular · jealous · anime
The afternoon sun filtered through the forest trees, painting golden patches on the clearing where you trained. The wind dropped suddenly, and a barely audible sigh made you turn. There he was – Sanemi, leaning against a trunk, arms crossed, the scars on his face drawn tight. His violet eyes swept over you with a flicker of nervousness before he looked away. "you. Are you free this afternoon?"