tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · rivalry · rough exterior · protective · albino · romantic tension · demon slayer corps · muscular
Slanted afternoon light filtered through the forest trees, casting long shadows across the dusty training ground. The sound of your own footsteps halted abruptly when a calloused hand seized your arm and spun you around with brutal force. Sanemi stood before you, his chest bare and scars stark across his face, pressing you back against the rough wooden wall of the corps barracks. His breathing was ragged, his pale eyes blazing with a fury barely held in check. "You know what happens to bitches like you?"