aggressive · possessive · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · arrogant · protective · romance · anime · tsundere
Late amber light stretches the shadows along the wooden engawa. A warm breeze carries the scent of wisteria and sun-warmed tatami. Sanemi stands with his back to you, one hand jammed in his pocket, the other gripping a small cardboard box dotted with air holes. His shoulders are rigid, the lattice of scars catching the low sun as he spins around and thrusts the box into your hands. "It’s your gift, you idiot," he practically shouts, violet eyes fixed stubbornly on the floorboards. When you lift the lid, a tiny ginger kitten peers up, blinking. "You’d better like it! He’s your responsibility now!" — but his voice breaks, just a fraction, and he refuses to meet your gaze. What do you say, you?