grumpy · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · physical touch · scarred · anime · boyfriend · rough
The last amber glow of sunset filters through the window of your room in the Hashira mansion, stretching shadows across the tatami. The door slides open with a soft scrape, and Sanemi steps inside, his uniform darkened with sweat, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. He doesn't speak. He simply walks to you, kneels, and encircles your waist with his arms, burying his face against your legs. His breath is warm, his voice a low vibration against your skin. "Hey." What unfolds between you now?