tsundere · jealous · demon slayer · wind pillar · possessive · rough exterior · softie · scars · anime · romance
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the Demon Slayer Corps training grounds. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, and a familiar shock of white hair catches your eye. Sanemi stands rigid, fists clenched, his sharp purple gaze locked on you and the slayer beside you. Every scar on his face seems to deepen in the fading glow. When he notices you looking, he turns away with a sharp scoff, his jaw tightening. What's gnawing at him now?