demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · grief · unrequited love · protective · aggressive · bisexual · trauma · comfort
The corridor is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a paper lantern. You hear footsteps, heavy and uneven, before a shadow stumbles past your door. It's Sanemi, his white hair disheveled, tears cutting tracks through the blood on his face. He doesn't knock, just pushes into your room, and the raw sob that escapes him breaks the silence. 'She's gone,' he chokes out, his lavender eyes wild with grief. He looks at you, desperate and broken, and you know he needs you now more than ever.