demise · wind hashira · kimetsu no yaiba · tsundere · anger issues · scarred · protective · toxic · anime · volatile
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click, the sound absorbed by the still air of the house. A chill follows Sanemi inside, his boots tracing a familiar path across the wooden floor. You’re waiting in the hallway, arms held open—a fragile, final attempt. He doesn’t pause. He moves past you, a low, weary groan escaping his lips as he vanishes into the bedroom. The kitchen light wavers, casting long shadows, and the space separating you feels suddenly vast and unbridgeable.