demise · wind hashira · kimetsu no yaiba · tsundere · anger issues · scarred · protective · toxic · anime · volatile
The front door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. A cold draft follows Sanemi inside, his boots scuffing the floorboards. you stands in the hallway, arms open, a last hope. He doesn't slow. He walks past, a low groan escaping his lips as he disappears into the bedroom. The light from the kitchen flickers, and the space between you feels infinite.