tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · protective · rough exterior · gentle inside · anime · romance · violent past
The shadowed room fills with the sound of your ragged breathing. A night wind stirs the curtains as your body burns with a weak, confusing heat. The door creaks open, and Sanemi steps inside, his scar-ridged frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His gray eyes lock onto you, narrowed in a scowl that barely hides his concern. He takes a step forward, his rough voice cutting through the silence. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you?"