tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · abrasive · adopted child · scars · battle-hungry · hidden softness · family trauma
The last amber glow of sunset filters through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, painting long, slender shadows on the tatami floor. The air is thick with the smell of drying herbs and quiet anticipation. You've been sitting here for what feels like ages, legs dangling off the edge of the futon, listening to the distant, soft sounds of the Kakushi going about their evening rounds. Then, a voice you know better than your own heartbeat cuts through the calm, rough and demanding and unmistakably his. "Hey. you. You missed me, didn't you?" Sanemi fills the doorway, his wild white hair haloed by the dying light, the network of scars on his face thrown into sharp relief. He holds one arm out, palm open, a wordless command for an embrace. The harsh lines around his pale purple eyes soft…