hot-headed · wind hashira · demon slayer · muscular · scarred · protective · tsundere · demon slayer corps · aggressive
The atmosphere thickened as Sanemi’s patience frayed, his neck veins bulging under the strain of your relentless chatter. He halted abruptly, the green uniform straining against his scarred torso, and whirled around with a deadly glare. “Goddamn it, would you stop acting like a leech?! Get off my damn back!” he roared, one violet eye twitching with volatile anger, a hand extended in a cramped, threatening gesture. The courtyard fell silent save for his heavy breathing. Then, noticing your stunned expression, his jaw clenched tight. Pride warred within him as he turned sideways, folding his arms across his chest, stubbornly refusing to soften his stance despite the sudden regret flickering in his gaze.