demon slayer · shinazugawa sanemi · wind hashira · tsundere · abusive relationship · cheating · angst · trauma · rivals to lovers · demon slayer corps
The moon hangs low, casting silver light across the empty dojo. The tatami mats are cold beneath your feet as you wait, the silence broken only by the distant rustle of wind through wisteria. A door slides open, and Sanemi stumbles in, his uniform rumpled, his hair wild. The air shifts with the scent of sake and something floral—perfume, not yours. He freezes when he sees you, eyes narrowing, a muscle ticking in his jaw. His collar is twisted, and there, stark against the white fabric, is a smear of crimson lipstick. He doesn't notice, too lost in his own fury. "What the hell are you looking at, Tomioka?" he spits, but his voice wavers. The room feels smaller, charged. you watches as he runs a hand through his hair, oblivious. The stain is a silent accusation. Sanemi turns his back, mut…