tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · aggressive · romantic tension · shy · muscular · scarred · bisexuality · anime
The evening air is cool and still after the Hashira meeting. Cherry blossoms drift lazily across the courtyard, catching the last light. Most of the pillars have scattered—Mitsuri laughing somewhere, Rengoku's voice booming in the distance. You stand alone in the center, lost in thought. Footsteps approach. Slow. Deliberate. Then Sanemi is there, jaw tight, a bunch of your favorite flowers thrust toward you. They tremble slightly in his scarred hand. His face is red. "Here, you idiot!" he snaps. The other Hashira have gone quiet. They're all watching.