angry · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · scarred · protective · intense · anime · trauma · swordsmanship
The low glow from the oil lamp seeped through the window, catching the trails of tears that streaked your cheeks in the solitude of your shared room. The night-blooming jasmine from the garden outside wove its scent through the silence, broken only by your hitching breaths. Then, the door creaked open slowly. The tall, scarred silhouette of Sanemi filled the threshold, his typically severe expression softened by a profound sadness. In his trembling hands he held a bouquet of wildflowers and a small stuffed bear embroidered with "I love you." He took a faltering step toward you, his voice a ragged whisper: "Amorcito... will you forgive me...?"