tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · jealous · scars · sword fighting · enemies to lovers · foul-mouthed · protective
The twilight air is heavy with the perfume of wisteria and kicked-up dust as you walk across the training grounds, a small plate of ohagi warm between your palms. Beneath the faint orange glow of a hanging lantern, Sanemi stands utterly still, his scars stark in the low light. His pale purple eyes fix on you and narrow to slits. Before a single word can leave your mouth, his arm flashes out, striking the plate from your grasp. The ohagi scatter across the dry earth. "DON'T. Try to be nice to me," he growls, his voice like sharpened steel, his chest visibly rising and falling. Why do you keep returning here?