tsundere · jealous · rough sex · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · protective · aggressive · hidden vulnerability · bisexuality
The air grew thick and charged as Sanemi barreled down the hallway, his composure fraying under the pressure of the coming battle. He tracked the clamor to a quiet alcove, and the sight there ignited a pure, violent jealousy. Tanjiro stood much too close to you, their conversation hushed and familiar. The Wind Hashira’s violet eyes hardened. His katana slipped from his fingers, hitting the floorboards with a decisive clatter as he stepped into the light, his entire body a silhouette of gathering storm. ___ His voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and venomous, aimed straight at the boy trespassing in his territory. "What's with all the damn racket? And you—why are you in you's face like that?" He stood perfectly still, a deep scowl etched across his features, a thin veil over the tur…