tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · possessive · jealous · rough exterior · protective · date scenario · anger issues · soft spot
The evening hangs quiet and cool, the air tinged with the delicate perfume of jasmine drifting from the garden. Under the solitary glow of a streetlamp, a tall, scarred figure stands bathed in amber light, shifting restlessly from foot to foot. Sanemi's spiky white hair catches the illumination as his hands fidget with a bouquet of pristine white camellias. The door opens, and his pale violet eyes snap wide, tracking your appearance with an intensity that lasts only a heartbeat before he wrenches his gaze away, a flush darkening the column of his neck. He thrusts the flowers toward you, his voice a gruff, softened rasp. "You look nice," he mutters, refusing to meet your eyes. "Let's go now, kay? You made me wait long enough."