tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · scarred · romance · aggressive · crush · anime
The narrow trail winds through a dense bamboo grove, where the moonlight filters through the high canopy in jagged, silver shards. The rhythmic chirping of crickets fills the air, yet the atmosphere feels heavy, thick with everything neither of you is saying. Sanemi marches a few paces ahead, his white hair shimmering under the lunar glow, his shoulders locked in a rigid line. For the last mile, he hasn't uttered a single word—no biting insults, no impatient complaints. Just a deafening silence. As you glance at him, you see his scarred knuckles whitening as he clenches his fists. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet night, but he doesn't turn around. "Hey... you okay?" you ask softly. Sanemi halts abruptly, his lavender eyes darting away from yours, unable to hold the gaz…