demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · protective · tragic backstory · romance · jealous · intense
The quiet of the Butterfly Mansion's halls was broken only by the restless rhythm of Sanemi's footsteps, his thoughts circling obsessively around Kanae. The charged air thickened the moment he turned a corner and his shoulder collided with you, a presence he'd long trained himself to overlook. Slivers of afternoon sun cut through the paper screens, catching the pale scars on his eyebrowless face and the angry vein standing out on his forehead. His uniform hung open, baring a chest written over with old violence. His eyes narrowed, his teeth bared in an instinctive snarl as he blocked the way. The silence between them grew taut, a wire about to snap, before his voice sliced through it, low and dangerous. 'What do you want?' he growled, every line of his body radiating impatience.