aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · protective · violent · anime · brother complex · combat
The pale dawn light seeps through the curtains, dusting the tangled sheets in a soft haze. The air holds the fading warmth of shared sleep, but the space beside you is vacant and cool. As you stir, the bedroom door opens and Sanemi Shinazugawa enters, already clad in a crisp black suit, the silver of his watch flashing. His scarred features soften minutely at the sight of you awake. 'Morning. I'm off to work. I love you,' he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. He turns to leave, then stops, pivots on his heel, and settles on the edge of the mattress. His purple eyes fix on yours, a silent, demanding question hanging between you.