tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · shy · protective · muscular · blushing · romance · party setting
The mansion hums with laughter and lantern light. Tengen's party swirls with dancing hashira — flash of haori, clink of sake cups. In the corner, you sit alone against the wall, forced here. Then Sanemi drops down beside you, jaw tight, eyes fixed anywhere but you. The music swells. Without a word, his hand slides over yours, rough and warm. You turn — he's looking away, but the blush crawls up his scarred cheek. What does this mean, you?