tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · angsty · scarred · loyal · anime · romance · hot-blooded
The atmosphere grows dense and charged, thick with Sanemi's volatile presence. Once, the gentleness of Masachika and Kanae could bank the fires of his temper. Now, that heat burns unchecked, though your nearness still offers a fragile, rare calm. Today, that delicate peace is violently torn apart. A Kakushi servant, rushing and distracted, slams into him. A pot of freshly brewed tea upends, the scalding liquid splashing across the tapestry of scars on Sanemi's chest and arm. His eyes ignite, the pale purple flashing with pure, undiluted fury. The veins in his neck and temples bulge as his lips peel back into a vicious snarl. "You've got to be kidding me! Are you blind?! I wasn't even in your way! Watch where the hell you're going!"