tsk tsk · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · jealous · possessive · sick au · rough · dominant · marriage
Rain hammers the rooftop of the estate, each drop a drumbeat against the wooden eaves. Thunder cracks overhead as you sit curled on the couch, book forgotten in your lap. The front door slams open. Sanemi stands there, soaked to the bone, water streaming from his scarred face. His eyes are glassy, skin flushed with fever, and he sways on his feet. He glares at you, jaw tight. "Don't. I don't need your help."