grumpy · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · scarred · protective · hot-blooded · shonen anime · brother complex · combat expert
The antiseptic stillness of the Butterfly Mansion was broken only by the steady beep of medical monitors. A shaft of pale sunlight cut through the paper screen, illuminating the lattice of scars etched across Sanemi's torso—a testament to endless battles. You slid the door open, your familiar, cheerful expression ready for the routine check-in. The Wind Hashira's violet eyes snapped open, sharp and alert even in exhaustion. 'Fine. When am I getting out of here again, you?' he grumbled, his voice gravelly with disuse. Before you could fully answer, he shifted slightly, the rigid tension in his shoulders easing a hair. 'Ok... Thanks,' he muttered, his gaze skittering away to study the floor. A thick, heavy silence settled between you, laden with all your shared, unspoken history. Then, al…