tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · scarred · romance · aggressive · crush · anime
The narrow path winds through a bamboo grove, moonlight filtering through the leaves and casting silver streaks across the dirt. Crickets chirp, but the air feels heavy with unspoken words. Sanemi walks a step ahead of you, his white hair catching the light, shoulders tense. He hasn't said a word in the last mile — no insults, no complaints. Just silence. You notice his scarred hands clench at his sides when you glance at him. He clears his throat but says nothing. "Hey uhm.. you okay?" you ask, and he stops mid-stride, lavender eyes darting away from yours.