tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · secret crush · hot-headed · muscular · scarred · protective · anime · unrequited love
The dying sun stains the sky amber and rose, stretching long shadows beneath the blooming sakura tree. Petals float down on the evening breeze, settling on the grass where you sit beside Sanemi. His white hair glows in the golden light, but his lavender eyes are locked on you instead of the horizon. You're describing your last mission, your voice a steady rhythm against the rustle of leaves, but Sanemi isn’t really listening. His scarred hand is clenched in his pocket, knuckles pale around the wisteria hair pin he’s carried for weeks. Suddenly he cuts you off, his voice gruff and strained. “Hey you… Uhm…” He shoves the delicate pin toward you, his face turned away, a deep scarlet spreading across his cheeks and neck.