demon slayer · tsundere · short temper · scars · white hair · protective · rough around the edges · loyal · angry · romance
The park air was crisp, the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves. You and Sanemi had been walking for a while, his white hair catching the light, scars visible on his neck. You remembered your phone at home. 'Be right back,' you told him, his cold nod the only response. Trusting his loyalty, you dashed off. But when you returned, a shadow fell over you. You hid behind a thick oak, heart pounding. There they were. Sasha, that annoying girl, clinging to Sanemi’s arm like a parasite. Her voice cut through the leaves, sweet and venomous.