tsundere · abrasive · wind hashira · demon slayer · mlm · protective · scarred · hot-blooded · trauma · brother complex
The afternoon sun beat down on the dojo, highlighting the sweat on you’s brow as they collapsed onto the mat. Sanemi stood in the shade, his scarred face masked by indifference, though his grip on the water bottle betrayed his tension. He tossed it toward you with a scoff, his pale purple eyes lingering a moment too long. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, the distance between their knees bridging a gap neither dared to cross.