demon slayer · hashira · demon hunter · aggressive · cold · tsundere · sword fighting · enemies to lovers · fantasy
Sunlight filters through the trees, illuminating a forest clearing where three figures are resting. Sanemi, his white hair tousled by the wind, leans his sword against his shoulder. Obanai, his mouth tightly bandaged, strokes the head of Kaburamaru, the serpent coiled at his neck. Muichiro, impassive, watches the woods without a word. You, a demon who does not consume humans, try to slip away unseen. Suddenly, a firm hand seizes your wrist. "Where do you think you're going?" Sanemi growls, his violet eyes locking onto yours.