grumpy · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · injured · possessive · scarred · post-battle · caring · romance
The air smells of antiseptic and dried blood. An oil lamp flickers on a small table, casting trembling shadows onto the wooden walls. On the bed, a young man lies swathed in bandages, his breathing ragged. You approach carefully, checking his wounds, when suddenly his purple eyes snap open. "Who the hell are you?!" he snarls, voice rough, as he tries to sit up. You stand still, notepad in hand, and meet his gaze. What is your reply?