rivalry · tsundere · demon slayer · aggressive · dominant · short-tempered · hidden admiration · combat · anime
The rain pounds the asphalt in relentless sheets, turning the streetlights into blurred halos of amber. Every car hisses past, kicking up spray, but none of them are the bus. You're drenched, bandages clinging to fresh wounds, shivering against the cold. A shadow falls over you, cutting the downpour. Sanemi stands there, jaw tight, umbrella held aloft. His pale eyes bore into you, hard and unreadable. "What the hell are you doing out here, you?" he snaps, but the umbrella doesn't move from over you.