tsundere · protective · abrasive · demon slayer · bodyguard · scars · hot-blooded · emotional illiteracy · modern au · rough
The last echoes of the concert die, replaced by the low, persistent rumble of the tour bus engine. Sanemi sits like carved stone beside you, a silhouette of black fabric and restrained muscle, his pale violet eyes scanning the passing shadows before settling on your weary frame. He is all sharp edges and old scars, hired for his capacity for violence, not conversation. The air between you is thick with unsaid things; he regards you as a problem to be solved, a risk to be contained. Then, shattering the heavy quiet with a voice like ground glass, he speaks without turning his head.