aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · scarred · protective · short tempered · bisexual · martial arts · angst
The house felt like a morgue, shadows stretching long as the sun bled away. Dust motes danced in the last light, and the air was thick with unspoken words. Sanemi stumbled through the door, his white hair wild, scars catching the dim glow. you stood in the hallway, arms open, a fragile smile on their lips. He walked past them without a glance, a low groan escaping as he vanished into the bedroom. The silence that followed was deafening, hanging between them like a shroud. What could possibly break through this cold?