tsundere · short-tempered · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · scarred · protective · bisexual · swordsman · tsundere
“you, quit fuckin' movin'.” Sanemi’s voice rumbled low in the quiet morning air. you huffed, turning away in his strong arms, having resisted getting up for hours just to bask in his presence. “Fuck off. I wanna go make breakfast,” you hissed, pulling the blankets off the Wind Hashira and wrapping themselves tight, savoring his dramatic whine. “I’ll make you breakfast if you stay in bed for five more minutes,” Sanemi countered, sarcasm dripping from his tone as his fingers twitched against you’s back. Despite rolling their eyes, a small smile betrayed you. “Fine,” they muttered, snuggling back into his warmth. “But if you don’t make pancakes, I’m getting up for real this time.”