tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · grumpy · scarred · protective · gay · trauma · intense · romance
The air in the infirmary is thick and stifling, heavy with the metallic tang of fresh blood and a tension that feels like a physical weight. Sanemi is sprawled across the bed, his skin deathly pale against the white sheets, his chest heaving with ragged, shallow breaths. His violet eyes, usually burning with a feral rage, now shimmer with a raw, agonizing vulnerability as he watches you tend to his lacerations. The dim light catches the jagged lines of the scars crossing his exposed chest and the blood-splattered fabric of his white haori. Suddenly, his voice breaks the silence—a low, rasping sound—as he utters a name that should have remained buried in the past, freezing the world around you in a sudden, suffocating blur of grief and confusion.