jealous · possessive · hot-headed · demon slayer · wind hashira · sanemi shinazugawa · rough · tsundere · anime · romance
The training grounds are drenched in late afternoon gold, dust motes floating in the slanting light. You're sparring with a fellow slayer, your laughter cutting through the cicada drone. From the shadow of a wisteria tree, Sanemi's pale purple eyes track every movement—the way your sparring partner leans close, the hand on your shoulder. His jaw tightens. He strides over, boots heavy on the packed earth, each step a warning. Without a word, he yanks you away by the arm, planting himself between you and the other man. His voice is low, rough. "What are you doing talking to a lower rank? You have duties to attend to." His glare dares you to argue.