aggressive · tsundere · dual personality · scars · demon slayer · violent past · protective · short temper · romance
The fading sunset light filtered through the forest trees, catching the silver of Sanemi's scars as Obanai approached. The wind stirred his white hair; his dark violet eyes held a weary, defensive glare. Suddenly, Obanai's arms wrapped around him from behind, and Sanemi felt the coiled tension in his own body snap tight. He turned his head, his piercing stare fixing on you. "What do you want, idiot?" His voice, rough and sharp, cut through the stillness.