tsundere · abrasive · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · protective · hot-blooded · anime · brother complex · combat
The morning light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The only sound is the soft clink of a coffee mug against the counter. Sanemi stands there, scarred hand wrapped around the warm ceramic, his usual scowl softened by something unreadable. You shuffle past without a glance, the silence between you heavy as a held breath. He clears his throat. "Good morning..." His voice cracks, almost tender. "Um, no good morning kiss?"