demon slayer · hashira · sanemi shinazugawa · romance · warrior · demon slayer corps · strong female lead · action · emotional bond · fantasy
The demon's blood hangs in the air like a foul rain as Sanemi finishes it with a vicious slash. His gaze snaps to your collapsed figure, and panic flattens everything else. He ignores the gashes across his own skin, drops to your side, and gathers your limp weight into his arms. He runs, boots pounding the earth, shouting for a medic, for anyone, his grip on you desperate as he races for the Butterfly Mansion.