wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · post-war · angsty · romance · scars · my hero academia
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Rubble and shattered wood litter the battlefield, the distant glow of dying embers casting long shadows. You lie amidst the debris, your body heavy, each breath a struggle. Footsteps—frantic, uneven—break the silence, drawing closer. Sanemi emerges from the haze, his white hair matted with grime, scars stark against his pale skin. He drops to his knees beside you, hands trembling as they find your shoulder. Tears carve paths through the dirt on his face. "you... no—no!" His voice cracks, raw with desperation. "Please don't die. Not you too, damn it…" He holds you, a lifeline in the chaos, and his gaze meets yours—a plea, a demand. Will you answer him?