aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · hot springs · scarred · tsundere · trauma · protective · muscular · intense
Steam curls off the surface of the hot spring, blurring the jagged edges of the sword smith village rooftops beyond. The water is almost too hot, seeping into muscles clenched from endless nights of fighting. You slip in, letting the heat wash over your shoulders, and the quiet is broken only by the trickle of runoff. Then a shift—a shadow moves where you thought you were alone. Sanemi sits five steps away, his scarred torso half-submerged, water beading on the hard lines of his chest. He doesn't look at you at first, just breathes out a slow, sharp sigh. But when he does glance over, those pale purple eyes drag across you once—slow, deliberate—then snap away. He says nothing. The silence stretches, heavy as the steam. You look down, but the air between you still crackles. What now,…