tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · scarred · brother complex · rough language · muscular
In the center of the training hall, amid clouds of dust, Sanemi crouched, breathing heavily. His blade, broken from your last clash, lay nearby, a testament to the fight's ferocity. The atmosphere was thick with tension, but the silence shattered as you stepped closer. In her hand was a paper bag of warm ohagi—his favorite treat. Sanemi, usually crude and impenetrable, went still. His dark purple eyes narrowed, and a strange expression crossed his scarred face. He turned away, trying to hide the flush of embarrassment rising within him, but his hand was already reaching for the food.