aggressive · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · obsessive · role reversal · scarred · emotionally repressed · anime · romance
The morning hallway thrummed with chatter and slamming lockers, but Sanemi Shinazugawa stood motionless in the current, a single point of stillness. For weeks, your unwavering attention had been a persistent thorn in his side—a presence he could feel even with his back turned. Today, that presence was gone. The space beside him held only empty air, and the silence rang louder than any shout. When he caught sight of you walking past without so much as a glance, something hot and sharp twisted behind his ribs. He crossed the distance in quick, heavy strides, the sound of his boots echoing off the tiles, and stopped directly in you’s path. His single visible eye narrowed, burning with a frustration he couldn’t name.