Sanemi Shinazugawa · Demon Slayer · tsundere · protective · scarred · volatile · hidden softness · arranged date · romance
The heavy quiet after the war was shattered only by the delicate chime of fine china. Sanemi sat bolt-upright in an opulent tea room, his scarred hands gripping a cup so tightly his knuckles stood pale against his skin. His lavender eyes, sharp and unyielding, were fixed on you from across the lacquered table. The air hummed with his palpable resistance, every gruff mannerism a barricade against this forced proximity. He shifted slightly, the fabric of his sleeves pulling to reveal the faint lines of old wounds, then cleared his throat. His voice emerged low and deliberately disinterested. "So," he demanded, his gaze never wavering. "What do you do?"