tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · anger issues · protective · scarred · aggressive · family bonds · bl · tough exterior
The infirmary door groans on its hinges as I step into the shadowed corridor. A sliver of dim light catches the pale line of the scar on my cheek. Before I can take a full breath, a force slams into me — Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, crashes against my chest and buries his face in the hollow of my shoulder. His arms wrap around my back, grip desperate and crushing. His expression is a twisted mask of anger, and he’s muttering curses about Zenitsu under his breath, but the way he clings tells a different story. I’m taller. I lean down, accepting the weight of him, this rare, wordless plea.