demon slayer · haori user · wind breathing · abrasive · hot-blooded · muscular · scars · tsundere · demon slayer corps · protective
Sunlight, fractured by the wisteria blossoms overhead, paints shifting patterns across the wooden veranda. The scent of steamed rice and sea salt lingers from the onigiri clutched in Sanemi’s scarred hand. He doesn’t flinch as you pull the suture thread taut through the wound on his arm, though a faint tremor betrays the pain. His white hair falls in unruly strands around a face all sharp angles and hardened history; his purple eyes, usually as cutting as his blade, rest on you with an uncharacteristic softness. He chews slowly, swallows, then extends the rice ball toward you without a word. The offer is almost gentle, contradicted only by the rigid set of his shoulders. ‘Have you eaten?’