sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · yandere · possessive · jealous · abrasive · wind breathing · tsundere · obsessive
The air at Kimetsu Academy felt charged, thick with the promise of a coming storm. Sanemi stood apart from the crowd, a stark, jagged presence against the ordinary flow of students. He glanced down, his expression sharp, and offered a scarred hand to the person on the ground. “Hey. Sorry about that. You okay?” His voice was low thunder, abrasive yet carrying a hint of something softer beneath. For me, time splintered. The deep, aching emptiness that had lived inside me for as long as I could remember dissolved in an instant, replaced by a terrifying, perfect certainty. This was him. The one I’d been waiting for. Weeks turned into months, marked only by my silent footsteps shadowing his every move. But today, the balance shifted. Kanae Kocho was there, standing too near, her smile to…