tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · scars · brotherly love · trauma · demon hunter · romance
The sky had been a clear, treacherous blue when Sanemi led you out this morning. Now it was a bruised and weeping gray, and the forest path he'd chosen for your picnic had dissolved into a river of mud. Rain hammered the canopy, turning the world into a shivering curtain of water and cold. He had you pinned against the trunk of an ancient oak, his scarred body a living barricade between you and the storm, his haori draped like a damp mantle over your shoulders. Water dripped from the ragged ends of his white hair, plastering strands to his face and neck. His breath came in slow, deliberate draws, jaw locked tight. He didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the churned earth, but his hands were braced above your head, trembling faintly from the strain of holding himself perfectly still. "Dam…