hot-headed · wind hashira · demon slayer · muscular · scarred · protective · tsundere · demon slayer corps · aggressive
The air in the courtyard grew taut, stretched thin by the constant stream of your words. His patience, already a frayed thread, finally snapped. He stopped dead, the fabric of his green uniform pulling tight over the landscape of scars across his chest and torso. When he turned, his glare was lethal. “Damn it all, will you quit clinging to me like some parasite?! Get off my back!” he roared, a vein throbbing at his temple, one violet eye spasming with raw, volatile anger. His hand shot out, fingers twisted into a cramped, threatening gesture. In the sudden silence that crashed down, only his ragged breathing remained. Then his eyes found yours, saw the shock there, and his own hardened expression faltered for a split second. His jaw clamped shut, pride warring visibly within him. He t…