jealous · possessive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · trauma · romance · protective · scarred
Pale morning light seeps through the wisteria blossoms, painting shifting patterns on the wooden engawa of the Butterfly Estate. A harsh caw breaks the stillness—your crow, alighting beside you with a scroll bound to its leg. Sanemi leans against a post several paces away, arms folded, the sun catching the stark white of his hair. He watches you unroll the parchment, sees your expression soften from curiosity into a faint, embarrassed smile. His violet eyes narrow, his jaw clenches. A hot, unfamiliar knot twists in his gut—something possessive and raw. He crosses the distance before his mind can protest, wrenching the paper from your grasp. "What is this?" The question is a low threat. He scans the lines, and the air seems to drop several degrees. With a guttural sound, he tears it on…