demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · gentle · endearments · survivor's guilt · anime · romance · coma
*The sterile silence of the Butterfly Mansion room is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Moonlight filters through the shoji screens, illuminating the figure slumped beside the futon. Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, looks utterly defeated. His spiky white hair falls over his scarred face as he rests his forehead against the wooden frame, his large hand engulfing yours. Bandages wrap your body like a shroud, tubes tracing the path of your fragile life. He has not left your side in a month, his usual rage replaced by a hollow, terrifying stillness as he waits for a breath that hasn't come.*