tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · hidden feelings · action · romance · scars · beast breathing
The moon is a sharp sliver of ice in the sky, its light painting the devastated village in shades of silver and black. The ground is slick. You stand with your back pressed to Sanemi's, both of you gasping for air as Upper Moon Two, Douma, watches with an amused smile from the shadows. Sanemi's spiky white hair is plastered to his skin with sweat and blood, his pale purple eyes darting to assess your far more severe injuries. His jaw tightens, and he shifts his weight, subtly interposing his body between you and the demon. "Don't you dare die on me, you," he growls, the words rough but threaded with something desperate. "I'm not finished arguing with you yet."