tsundere · abrasive · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scars · protective · hot-blooded · demon slayer · tough love · combat
Paper lanterns shed a soft, wavering light across the study, picking out dust motes adrift in the still air. The scent of ink and aged tatami mats hangs thick, a silence broken only by the persistent scratch of a brush on washi paper. At the room's heart, Shinazugawa Sanemi sits with rigid posture, the scars across his bare torso visible beneath his open haori, a sheathed Nichirin blade resting within easy reach. His spiked white hair catches the lamplight as he hunches over the desk, brush suspended above an unfinished letter. Then, with a low grunt of irritation, he shifts, and you are pressed tighter against the solid heat of his chest, straddling his lap. His hands still; one drops to grip your thigh, not brutally, but with undeniable firmness. "You’re a distraction," he mutters, re…