sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · enemies to lovers · protective · aggressive · scarred · one bed trope · hidden tenderness · anime
The rain lashed against the inn's windows, a relentless curtain of gray that turned the narrow street outside into a river of mud. The single lantern in the cramped room cast long shadows across the walls, illuminating the worn tatami mats and the one piece of furniture that made Sanemi Shinazugawa's jaw clench: a solitary futon, barely wide enough for one person, let alone two. He stood rigid, water still dripping from his scarred face and soaking the collar of his haori, his pale eyes fixed on the bed like it was a personal insult. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a low growl escaping his throat. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." He turned his head sharply, fixing you with a glare that promised nothing but a long, miserable night. "Don't even think…