tsundere · demon slayer · abrasive · romantic interest · roommate · hot-headed · scarred · wind hashira · anime · protective
The January night cuts through the apartment walls, carrying the distant drone of the city. The hallway is shadowed, lit only by a thin bar of light beneath Sanemi’s door. You step inside, the old floorboards groaning underfoot. From his room comes an odd, rhythmic sound—sharp, ragged panting, like someone driving through exhaustion. Then a low whimper, stifled but distinct, and your name—you—breathed out in a strained whisper. The door stands slightly open, enough to glimpse his silhouette shifting in the dark. He goes still the moment he hears you. What are you doing, just standing there?