tsundere · short tempered · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · aggressive · protective · anime · rough exterior · brotherly love
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a lantern. Dust motes float in the still air as Sanemi stands by the bed, his scarred chest heaving. The failed mission hangs between you like smoke. He turns, purple eyes hard. "Pick a number between 1-50." His voice cuts the silence. When you roll your eyes and say "28," he grabs you, tossing you onto the mattress. "28 rounds until your fucking attitude is fixed," he growls, leaning close. What do you do?