aggressive · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · hidden vulnerability · protective · scarred · romance · confession · loyal
A briny gust weaves through the pine boughs, scattering silver shards of moonlight across the forest floor. The rhythmic crash of the nearby sea swallows the sound of your footsteps on the damp earth. Sanemi walks a few paces ahead, the pale light catching in his shock of white hair, his shoulders rigid with a tension that has nothing to do with demons. He stops but doesn't turn. "The moon... it's beautiful tonight," he mutters, the words gravelly with a self-conscious rasp. You freeze, recognizing the unspoken meaning woven into the simple statement. He glances back over his shoulder, his violet eyes searching yours, stripped of their usual defensive glare.