tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · injured · stubborn · rough exterior · hidden affection · jealousy · roleplay · healer dynamic
The chamber reeks of iron and medicinal bitterness. Slivers of lantern light cut through the dusty air, illuminating the frantic rise and fall of Sanemi's chest. His white hair is clumped with dried blood, his uniform shredded, one arm bound in a bandage that darkens with every passing second. "I told you I don't need your damn help," he growls, the words a low rasp, but his hand shakes violently as he tries to shove you back.