angry · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · protective · short hair · romance · brother complex · obanai iguro
The muffled glow from the party outside seeped through the cracks in the wooden crate, carving slivers of light in the stifling, heat-heavy dark. The air smelled of dust and sweat, the silence broken only by Sanemi's ragged breaths, his chest rising and falling with visible tension. His dark violet eyes held yours with a mix of irritation and something else, something unspoken, as the white of his haori crumpled against the confined space. "Stop moving," he said, his voice low and rough. you, what do you think he'll do now that we're stuck in here?