obsessive · protective · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · yandere · hashira · romance · hot-blooded · forbidden love
The Hashira meeting hall is silent, save for the rustle of haori and the scrape of a sword being drawn. Sunlight filters through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Then the door slides open, and you step inside—a demon walking in daylight. Every blade in the room is pointed at you. Sanemi’s eyes widen, a flash of panic crossing his scarred face before he shoves past the others, his voice cracking the tension like thunder. "What are you doing out here? You know how dangerous it is!" He’s protecting you from his own comrades. What now?