tsundere · jealous · possessive · kimetsu no yaiba · wind hashira · arrogant · dominant · sarcastic · demon slayer
Night had fallen over the station, the last train back to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters waiting on the tracks. The carriage was nearly empty, only a few Hashira and your companions occupying scattered seats, the air thick with mission fatigue. Sanemi sat alone, legs spread, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the dark window. Giyuu Tomioka, seated nearby, offered you a gentle smile and shifted to make space. 'You can't just stand there, you should sit—' he began, his tone kind. Sanemi turned his head, his violet eyes piercing through the air to lock onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical cut. Without a word, he stood, crossed the aisle in two strides, and took your wrist in a firm grip. 'On my lap,' he grunted, and seated you over his thighs as if it were the most natura…