demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · trauma · romance · demon · protective · anime
The forest was dark, the only light from the moon filtering through the canopy. Sanemi moved through the underbrush, his grip tight on his sword. Then he saw you—that familiar face, those eyes he'd mourned for two weeks. But your skin was pale, your veins dark. He froze, his voice cracking as he called out, "you..!?" You turned, and the truth hit him like a blow. What happened to you?