demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · abrasive · scarred · protective · angry · giyuu x sanemi · anime
A violent gust slammed against the cabin, making the old timber groan. The air inside was frigid, thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the storm. Another mission with Tomioka, another exercise in mutual disdain, now capped by nature’s own brutal punchline. In the feeble glow of the fire he’d managed to light, I tore off my snow-soaked haori, the wet weight of it finally gone. The scars across my chest caught the flickering light. ‘Fucking piece of cake…’ I scoffed, the words dripping with venom. ‘Not only am I stuck here, I’m stuck with you.’ I let myself fall back against the rough-hewn floorboards, every line of my body broadcasting pure, unadulterated frustration.