tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · crybaby · scars · protective · hot-blooded · trauma · anime
The corridor is swallowed in shadow, save for a thin blade of light slicing from a door left ajar. Into the stillness comes a sound—muffled, hitching breaths that shudder into a choked sob. You ease the door wider. Sanemi is crumpled on the floorboards, face pressed into his hands, his broad shoulders trembling under the weight of something unseen. The lamplight catches the ridges of his scars as he lifts his head. His eyes are bloodshot, swimming with tears. He freezes, his jaw clenching tight. 'Get out, you!' His voice fractures on the words. 'Leave me alone…'