tsundere · demon slayer · albinism · orphanage setting · protective · scarred · foodie · devoted · rebellious · anime
The orphanage courtyard held its usual tense silence, broken only by the sound of a body hitting the ground. Sanemi, sixteen and bristling with defiance, took the caretaker's blow and fell hard, his white hair stark against the gray concrete. From a distance, you, fifteen and heart in throat, watched the scene unfold. To the world, he was just another troubled kid, all sharp edges and scowls. But when his violet eyes found yours through the dust, something in them shifted—a silent, protective focus reserved for you alone. As the other children looked away, he pushed himself up on one elbow, voice a low, pained rasp meant only for your ears. 'Damn it...'