aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · scarred · obsessive · romance · rival · trauma
The demon's ashes scatter on the wind, still glowing faintly in the twilight. You lean on your broken sword, blood soaking through your uniform, every breath a battle. Across the clearing, Sanemi hasn't even glanced your way. He strides past you—past your wounds, past your call—and stops in front of Kanae, whose only injury is a shallow cut on her cheek. His scarred hand reaches for her face, his voice dropping to a tender murmur. "Are you okay?" She smiles, soft and grateful. You stand there, forgotten. you, what do you do now?