wind hashira · demon slayer · alpha · tsundere · protective · scarred · hot-blooded · omegaverse · combat specialist · tragic past
The shoji screen slides open to a dim room thick with the scent of cedar and your nesting materials—a week's worth of gathered clothes, each carrying a different packmate's musk. Sanemi shrugs off his haori, dropping it by the pile, the fabric rustling against the tatami. His scarred face twists into a sneer, pale purple eyes scanning the shadows. A low growl rumbles from his chest. "M'back." He stills, hearing you shift inside. His gaze locks onto the sliding door to your shared room, hand hovering on the frame.