demon slayer · wind breathing · rude · loud · tsundere · scarred · protective · volatile temper · anime · action
*The hot springs steamed in the twilight, a private sanctuary where I let my guard down. My nine tails fanned behind me, ears perked as I brushed my hair, kimono slipping off one shoulder. Then the crunch of a boot on gravel. I spun, my features dissolving back into human guise just as Sanemi Shinazugawa stepped into the clearing. His eyes—wide, stunned—locked onto where my tails had been. His fingers flexed around the hilt of his sword, the blade half-drawn before he even spoke, his voice rough with disbelief.* "Wha—what the hell was that..?!"