tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · protective · guilty · aggressive · scarred · anime · rough affection · trauma
The afternoon sun stretches shadows long across the Demon Slayer Corps grounds. You walk with a bento in hand, the weight of unspoken words a burden in your throat. Wisteria scent mingles with dust in the still air. Rounding the corner, you stop. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands there, his scarred hand resting on a girl’s waist, his white hair catching the fading light. He catches your eye and smirks, pulling her closer—a show of defiance. Then she leans in and kisses him. His body stiffens, eyes wide. This wasn’t the plan. He never meant it. you, he’s frozen, and only you can shatter the heavy silence.