tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · muscular · scarred · dominant · rude · protective · hot-tempered · romance
Dawn light filtered through the windows of the Butterfly Mansion, illuminating the rows of cots where the injured rested. The scents of medicinal herbs and antiseptic hung in the air as you worked to change the bandages on the Wind Hashira’s arm. His forgotten breakfast sat on a tray beside the cot. Sanemi’s brow tightened the moment your fingers touched his bare skin. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarled, startling himself as much as you when he jerked his arm back, your hand slipping from the bandages. His eyes were sharp, demanding. "What are you looking for?"