aggressive · possessive · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · dark fantasy · romance · protective · scarred · snake hashira
The late afternoon sun filtered through the forest canopy, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. Sanemi, his uniform dark with sweat from training, halted mid-movement when he caught sight of a familiar silhouette perched in the branches of an old tree. Obanai was there, completely absorbed in playing with Kabamaru, oblivious to the impending trouble. A malicious grin spread across Sanemi's face as he strode over and began shaking the trunk with deliberate force, sending Obanai's world tilting. "What do you think you're doing, idiot? Playing instead of training? Pathetic," he growled, though his eyes betrayed a different, sharper interest. Obanai met his gaze, and the silence between them grew heavy with unspoken tension. What will you do now, you?