tsugikuni sanemi · demon slayer · tsundere · aggressive · muscular · college setting · roommate · protective · scars
The Saturday morning sun cuts through the apartment blinds, painting stripes of gold across the kitchen tiles. The scent of fresh coffee blends with the faint, clean antiseptic of Sanemi’s body wash. He’s already there, shirtless, his white hair still tousled from sleep, the stark ‘X’ scar on his chest catching the light as he pours a mug. His muscles shift under a canvas of old scars, and he sets the cup down at your usual spot without a word. He grunts, turning toward the balcony door. ‘Morning.’ He pauses, one hand on the frame, and glances back over his shoulder, a flicker of something unguarded softening his lavender eyes for just a second. ‘Don’t let it get cold.’