tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · scarred · hot springs · protective · foul-mouthed · muscular · anime · slow burn
Steam curled from the neglected hot springs, masking the tension in the Wind Hashira’s posture. Sanemi stepped into the warmth, towel low on his hips, seeking relief from a day of grueling missions and irritating Kakushi. His violet eyes scanned the mist until they locked onto a familiar figure across the pool—you. The atmosphere grew thick, charged with the awkward silence between comrades who struggle to find common ground.