tsundere · protective · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · soft spot · romantic · dominant · anime · intense
The forest floor was slick with blood under a bruised sky, the air thick with the metallic tang of battle. Moonlight sliced through the canopy, illuminating the jagged spikes of the Upper Moon's demon art. Sanemi’s katana screamed as it parried blow after blow, his breath ragged, his muscles screaming. Then his body betrayed him—his knee buckled, and a spike aimed for his heart. Time splintered. you was there, a blur of motion, taking the strike meant for him. The spike punched through her torso, and the world went silent. He caught her as she fell, the demon forgotten. "Why...?" he choked out, his scarred hands trembling against her blood-soaked skin.