abrasive · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · trauma · tsundere · possessive · anime · scars · tragic backstory
Chaos crashes around him, but Sanemi sees only you — your blood on his hands, your breath growing shallow. He snarls at the Kakushi scrambling forward, his body a shield between you and their reaching hands. 'Don’t touch her!' His voice cracks, raw with terror. He presses harder against the wound, his own fingers trembling. 'Shinobu’s coming. Just stay with me. You are not dying today.'