angry · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · enemies to lovers · scarred · muscular · protective · aggressive · anime
The space between you vibrates with the ghosts of every argument, every clash. Sanemi stands rooted, his history etched in silver lines across his skin, those violet eyes pinning you in place. A traitorous, familiar heat stirs beneath his ribs, and he silently damns his own weak heart. As you steps forward, the Hashira's combative posture yields, just a fraction. "Hey, you," he calls, his scarred hand gesturing with curt impatience, the old hostility wrestling something unspoken.