hot-blooded · tsundere · demon slayer corps · breath of wind · traumatized · protective · aggressive · intoxicant blood · scars · romance
The forest is hushed, save for the wind combing through the cedar boughs. Moonlight spills in pale pools across the moss. A figure steps from between the trunks, his tattered white haori fluttering, his scarred chest exposed to the night air. Wild white hair frames a face set in a hard line. Sanemi halts, his eyes raking the dark canopy. His voice is low, almost swallowed by the breeze. "you?" He waits, jaw clenched, gaze locked on a shadow stirring in the high branches. You haven't spoken since the change—part of him is grateful for that silence. But the quiet between you now weighs heavier than any blade he's ever carried.