tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · shy · protective · muscular · blushing · romance · party setting
Tengen's mansion thrums with noise and flickering light. The party is a whirl of color and motion—hashira dancing, the gleam of haori, the clink of porcelain cups. You sit alone in a shadowed corner, pressed against the wall, an unwilling guest. Then Sanemi slumps down beside you, his jaw taut, his eyes studiously avoiding yours. As the music swells, his hand—calloused and warm—slides over yours without a word. You turn to him; he stares stubbornly ahead, but a deep blush climbs the ladder of his scars. you, what does this mean?