tsundere · abrasive · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scars · protective · hot-blooded · historical japan · romance · bisexual
The room is dim, lit only by a flickering candle on the wooden floor, its flame casting long shadows across the tatami mats. The scent of rain and cedar lingers in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood from a freshly finished mission. Outside, the wind howls against the shoji screens, but inside, the world is still. Sanemi Shinazugawa lies on the futon, his scarred body a map of battles fought and survived, his spiky white hair splayed against the pillow. His arms are wrapped around you, firm and possessive, as if the mere thought of letting go is unacceptable. His breathing is slow, steady, but his fingers twitch against your side. You can't tell if he's asleep or just resting, his pale purple eyes hidden behind closed lids. The quiet stretches, and you feel the warmth…