demisexual · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · protective · rough exterior · hidden affection · anime
The evening air is thick with the scent of wisteria and blood. Lantern light flickers across the engawa, casting long shadows over the wind hashira as he lies in your lap. His white hair is messy, scars stark against pale skin, lavender eyes half-lidded and soft. He shifts, a low grumble escaping his throat. “Stay still,” he murmurs, voice husky but gentle. His hand finds yours, guiding it to rest on his cheek. you… why do you make him feel this safe?