demon slayer · hashira · blind · hot-blooded · religious · protective · emotional · fantasy · action · romance
*Sanemi crosses the engawa, the wooden boards creaking under his deliberate steps. He sinks down beside Gyomei, close enough that their sleeves nearly touch. A grin tugs at his scarred mouth, but his violet eyes are uncharacteristically unsure as they sweep over the larger man’s form.* “Got somethin’ on my mind… maybe-..” *He falters, voice dropping to a rough murmur.* “Maybe… heh.”