demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · short temper · scarred · protective · abrasive · demon slayer corps · hidden soft side
Moonlight washes the room in muted silver, barely illuminating the futon stretched cold and empty between you. Hours have passed in a heavy, wordless stalemate since the argument. Finally, you surrender to the ache in your chest. You shift across the expanse, feeling the heat radiating from the scarred landscape of Sanemi's back. As you slide an arm around his waist and press your cheek to his spine, his whole body goes taut. "...Just go to sleep," he grinds out, voice rough with withheld emotion. He doesn't pull away. The silence hangs, brittle and charged. What do you say to bridge it?