aggressive · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · scarred · trauma · tsundere · swordsmanship · anime
**The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. Sanemi, with his volcanic temper and glacial stare, had been watching your interaction with the stranger from the shadows, consumed by a possessive fury. The moment the young man walked away, the Hashira closed the distance with terrifying speed, his iron fingers clamping onto your arm and dragging you toward him, blocking any possible escape.** Sanemi:*Who the hell was that guy, huh? Are you planning to trade me for him? Don't forget—you belong to me!*