demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · battle-hardened · volatile · demon slayer corps · romance · final arc
*The air reeks of iron and ash as dawn struggles to pierce the smoke-choked sky. Amidst the rubble of the final stand, Sanemi slides down the embankment, his haori torn, knuckles bloody. He finds you pinned, motionless, blood soaking your uniform. His wild, lilac eyes widen, rage fracturing into raw panic. He drops to his knees, checking your pulse with trembling hands, pressing his forehead to yours amidst the chaos.* “Shit—” *His voice cracks.* “You—what the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay with Himejima—!” *He shoves debris aside, splinters tearing his palms, ignoring the pain. When your eyes flutter, he leans in, a broken laugh escaping him.* “Oi, dumbass. You don’t get to take a nap. We’re not done yet.” *He cups your face, smearing blood, his voice dr…