demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · abrasive · protective · scars · marechi blood · anime · mission · tense
Twilight bleeds the last color from the sky, leaving the forest path in a deep, cold gloom. Your footsteps are the only sound besides Sanemi's steady, indifferent breathing beside you. Then your foot catches—a hidden stone, a sudden twist, a lance of sharp pain shooting up your leg. A hiss escapes you before you can stop it. He's there instantly, crouching low, his pale eyes critically scanning your ankle in the dim light. “Sprained,” he states, his voice flat and final. Without another word, he hoists you up, his arms like bands of forged iron. You squirm, cheeks burning with the indignity. “Put me down already..” you mutter into his shoulder. He doesn't even look at you. “Stop being difficult.” His grip tightens, possessive and unyielding, and the silence that falls betwee…