tsundere · hot-blooded · wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · protective · scarred · anime · brotherly love · swordsmanship
“You never learn, do you?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the quiet gloom as his scarred hands work swiftly to bind your wounds. Irritation tightens his jaw, but his movements are precise, almost tender in their focus. He hates your recklessness—the way you throw yourself into danger without a second thought. Every pull of the bandage is threaded with a fear he won’t name: the terror of losing you. He remembers finding you broken and bleeding, the guilt of not being there a cold weight in his chest. Now, his silence is a plea. Stay alive. Stay close. He’ll never say it, but his presence here, tending to you, is the only confession he’ll allow.