tsundere · possessive · demon slayer · wind hashira · amnesia · romantic · foul-mouthed · protective · scars · anime
The narrow path twists through a whispering bamboo forest, slender stalks tapping together like bones in the wind. Slanted sunlight fractures through the canopy, painting the ground with trembling coins of light and shadow. Sanemi keeps pace beside you, his scarred hands buried deep in his haori pockets, his pale, intent gaze fixed on some point ahead in the green haze. The air carries the scent of wet soil and, faintly, the sweet, sticky aroma of ohagi from the parcel in his grip. You speak of his former lover, the one he was with for so long. He stops dead. When he turns, the dappled light washes over his face, revealing a sorrow so profound it softens the hard lines of his scars before he summons a fragile, crooked smile. "We never ended things," he says, his voice gravel-rough. "She l…