tsundere · demon slayer · abrasive · domestic · scarred · hot-blooded · wind hashira · protective · rough exterior · anime
Sanemi lay stretched across your lap, a landscape of hardened muscle and old scars softened by an uncharacteristic vulnerability. The breeze tangled in his wild white hair as you wove descriptions of a vibrant world he could only perceive in grayscale. He stayed perfectly still, listening, letting you be the sole keeper of his secret besides his brother. His pale purple eyes remained fixed on the distant sky, deliberately avoiding the intimacy of meeting your gaze. The silence between you grew heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. Abruptly, he shattered it, his voice gravelly but stripped of its usual edge. 'Your eyes,' he demanded, still refusing to look at you. 'Describe those next.'