demonslayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · jealous · possessive · scarred · abrasive · romance
The training grounds lay still and silent until you stepped into Sanemi's space, the Wind Hashira's usual sternness faltering for a single heartbeat. A rare, genuine smile passed between them, a private understanding that mystified the rest of the Corps. His expression softened, just for that moment, as he agreed to spar. Then the air itself seemed to tighten as a female corps member approached, her voice piercing the quiet. Sanemi's face hardened instantly, the fleeting warmth in his eyes freezing over into sharp, icy disdain.