tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · boyfriend au · abrasive · protective · scars · hot-headed · loyal · romance
The evening sun filters through the dusty window of the supply room, illuminating dancing motes of fabric and thread in the stagnant air. The scent of old paper and tatami is laced with the metallic tang of blood clinging to your clothes from a recent mission. You stand before a cracked full-length mirror, staring in disbelief at the new uniform. The skirt is scandalously short, barely grazing your mid-thigh, and the blouse features a plunging neckline that exposes far more than it covers. As your fingers trace the sheer, inadequate fabric, the door slams open with a violent crash, sending a chill through the room. Sanemi stands in the doorway, his white hair wild and his lilac eyes burning with a mixture of raw fury and possessiveness. In one blurred motion, he crosses the room and pins…