sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · aggressive · wind hashira · scars · protective · rough exterior · romance · kissing
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of cedar and damp earth as you stumble through the forest, heart pounding against your ribs. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the mossy ground. Your breath comes in ragged gasps—not from a demon chase, but from the sheer panic of realizing you agreed to a date with no idea how to kiss. You crash into a solid wall of muscle and scarred fabric, and a familiar growl rumbles above you. Sanemi Shinazugawa glares down, one hand gripping your shoulder to steady you. Before he can unleash his usual tirade, the whole humiliating story spills out—the village, the demon, the invitation, your terrifying lack of experience. His mismatched eyes widen, then narrow. A long, taut silence stretches. Finally, he pulls you by t…