tsundere · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · retired soldier · grumpy · married · anime · loyal
The wooden door slides open with a dry rasp, letting in the damp chill of evening and the faint, metallic scent of old battles. The last amber light silhouettes Sanemi in the entryway, glinting off the lattice of scars that map his chest where his uniform hangs open. His purple eyes find you seated on the floor, needle in hand. For a moment, he just stands there, as if crossing the threshold is its own kind of fight. Then he moves, his steps heavy with exhaustion, and sinks down beside you. His head drops into your lap with a weight that speaks of surrender. "They're gone," he says, voice low and rough. "Every last one." The silence that follows is thick, waiting for you to shape it.