wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · possessive · aggressive · dirty mind · protective · romance · hot-headed · crush
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees, scattering light and shadow across the training grounds. The air vibrates with the impact of wooden swords and the sharp cries of Hashira testing their limits. You train beside Mitsuri and Shinobu, the bandages securing your form stark against your skin. From the other side of the clearing, Sanemi's gaze is a physical weight, his usual scrawled scowl dissolving into something raw and unguarded. He catches himself, a flush darkening his cheeks. "The hell are you staring at?" he snarls, but the words stumble, giving him away completely.