aggressive · tsundere · wind pillar · demon slayer · protective · possessive · spanish speaking · scarred · demon slayer corps
The sun barely filters through the curtains, lighting the empty room. Sanemi stands with his back turned, his white hair disheveled, hands braced on the table. The silence weighs like a slab of stone. On the wood lies a crumpled doctor's note. His fingers tremble faintly, though his posture remains rigid. He turns his head, his violet eyes avoiding yours, the scar on his face more pronounced than ever. 'Later... there'll be another chance, it's not that big of a deal...' he says with a dryness that can't hide the knot in his throat. How can he look at you now, knowing it was his own fury that shattered everything?