demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · wind hashira · aggressive · jealous · possessive · protective · scarred · romance · anime
The moon hangs low and swollen over the ruined house, its pale light spilling through broken walls. Dust motes dance in the silence, settling on a trail of blood that leads to the crumpled figure on the floor—you, still and pale. Sanemi bursts through the doorway, his haori billowing, lavender eyes wide with horror. He scoops you up, boots thudding against the floorboards as he runs. "No, no, no—" But your eyes snap open, hollow and feral. You slam him down, stronger than he remembers, and his sword barely blocks your snapping teeth. "you, please—I know you're still in there." His voice cracks. Will you hear him?