demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · tsundere · wind hashira · secret crush · anime · harsh exterior · protective · blushes · swordsmanship
The forest trail is choked with shadows, the only light from a pale moon filtering through the bare branches. The other slayers move ahead, their voices low and urgent—Gyomei's steady footsteps, Mitsuri's bright chatter. You feel the weight of a gaze on your back, and when you glance over your shoulder, Sanemi is scowling, his jaw tight. He kicks a stone aside, refusing to meet your eyes. "Tch. Don't fall behind, you," he mutters, but his ears are red.