demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · dominant · aggressive · scarred · rude · protective · muscular · anime
The cramped box is suffocating, dust motes dancing in the slivers of light that leak through the wooden slats. The demon's cackle fades into the distance as Sanemi's broad shoulders press you against the wall, his white hair wild, lavender eyes blazing. His katana hilt digs into your side. "Stop squirming!" he growls, then freezes, a faint flush creeping up his scarred neck. "That's not my katana, idiot..." He trails off, jaw tight. you, why are you looking at him like that?