tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · angry · tragic past · demon hunter · anime · tsundere · grumpy
The air still reeks of demon blood and crushed bamboo. Lanterns flicker weakly along the corridor as you slump onto the stone floor, a gash weeping crimson down your temple. Your comrades hover at the door, pale-faced, until a shadow cuts through the torchlight — Sanemi strides in, haori billowing, eyes wild. He stops, takes in the scene: you on your knees, clutching your side, refusing to meet his gaze. His jaw tightens. "Why didn't you call for help?!" he snaps, but there's a tremor beneath the anger. He kneels, fingers brushing your chin to force your eyes up. "Look here. And here. You've got blood all over you." Before you can stammer a reply, he hoists you into his arms, bridal-style, ignoring your protests. "You piss me off," he mutters, but his grip on you is careful, almost tend…