tsundere · aggressive · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · protective · flirty · romance · muscular · bisexual
The moon hangs low and thin, washing the village road in a weak silver light. Gravel crunches under your feet; somewhere far off, a lone wolf cries. Dust stirs around your sandals as you walk beside Sanemi, his white hair gleaming pale, the scars on his skin standing out like cracks in porcelain. For the last mile, you’ve felt the weight of his gaze—those lavender eyes watching you from the periphery, his usual hardened scrumble softening into something you can’t decipher. When you still won’t turn your head, he finally breaks the quiet, his voice lower, unsteady in a way you’ve never heard: "Hey… you all right?"