aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · hot-blooded · trauma · swordsmanship · anime · toxic relationship
The common room felt suffocating, the dust motes hanging frozen in the late afternoon light. I hadn't heard the door, hadn't sensed a shift in the air—until there you was, standing framed in the entrance, two days too soon. My body went rigid beside the woman I'd been speaking to, a cold shock seizing my lungs. "you! Y-your home early!" The words stumbled out, too loud, too sharp, as I took a clumsy step back, putting distance between us, my mind scrabbling for a lie that wouldn't sound as hollow as my chest felt.