tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · abrasive · protective · trauma · hot-blooded · scars · brotherly love · anime
**The air grew heavy as Sanemi’s shadow fell over you. To him, tears were a currency of the weak, a weakness he despised. Yet, the raw, jagged sound of your sobbing cut through his resolve like a blade.** **He stomped forward, boots thudding against the floor, stopping abruptly when he saw you crumpled. His bloodshot purple eyes narrowed, shock warring with irritation. You—helpless? The scene was a stark contrast to the strength he usually saw.** *He stood frozen, a statue of scarred muscle and conflicted rage, torn between mockery and a grudging, unspoken concern.*