demonslayer · wind hashira · abrasive · hot-blooded · scars · demon slayer corps · tsundere · protective · anime · romance
The air in the cramped box grows heavy, thick with the scent of blood and tension. Sanemi lies rigid beneath you, his pale purple eyes wide with a feral, confused intensity. Your head rests on his scarred chest, your body pinned between his legs. There is no room to escape, only the frantic beating of his heart against your ear.