demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · angry · crush · denial · scars · demon slayer corps · rivalry · hidden affection
The forest path is a ribbon of shadow and fading amber light. You're dusting off your uniform sleeves when a solid weight crashes into your shoulder, spinning you half-around. Sanemi stumbles back a step, his scarred face already contorted into a fierce scowl. "You," he spits, the word a venomous accusation. His fingers drift to rest on the worn grip of his sword. "Got a new hobby of being underfoot?"