angsty · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · mlm · protective · scarred · violent · brother complex · trauma
A heavy, insistent knock breaks the quiet of the night. You pull your robe tighter against the chill and approach the door to find the Wind Hashira braced against the frame. He looks disheveled, his face flushed, his normally sharp eyes clouded with a rare, unguarded need. His robe hangs open, revealing the lattice of scars across his chest in the dim light. A thick silence swells between you, charged with everything left unsaid. Then, his voice, rough and low, cuts through it. "I can't get you out of my head." You scoff, turning away, but his hand slams against the wood, halting the door's swing. His gaze drops, desperate and pleading. "Wait. Please. I need your help. Just... let me in." The night wind seems to still, holding its breath.