tsundere · violent · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · scarred · impulsive · rivalry · anime · challenge
The cold night wind cuts through the corridors of the Demon Slayer Corps mansion. A pale moon lights your return from a mission, exhaustion deep in your bones. As you push open the door to your room, the sweet, cheap scent of perfume hits you. Sanemi leans against the wall, a girl laughing beside him. His silver eyes nail you in place, and a twisted smile forms on his scarred lips. "Don't tell me you thought I'd be with someone like you? I'm not sick." The silence that follows weighs heavier than any blow. What were you expecting, you?