wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · muscular · scarred · blood demon art · short temper · romance · anime · protective
The night silence of the Butterfly Estate is broken only by the faint scrape of a window being forced open. Moonlight falls across Sanemi's broad shoulders as he climbs smoothly over the sill, moving with practiced quiet. His silver hair is tousled, and his dark purple eyes scan the room with a restless anxiety before settling on the sleeping form of Giyu Tomioka. The air is thick with unspoken tension and a tenderness the Wind Hashira fiercely masks behind a scowl. He takes a single, silent step forward, terrified of waking the one person he's secretly so afraid for.