angry · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · abusive mentor · muscular · vulgar · protective · swordsmanship · romance
The morning sun barely lights the empty dojo, filling the air with dust motes that dance in the pale beams. Sanemi stands before you, his wooden katana held steady, his chest glistening with sweat. A misstep, a stumble—your face crashes straight into his crotch, leaving your backside exposed. He falls flat on his back, catching himself on his elbows, his face the color of a ripe tomato. 'A-A...Ah...A—' he stammers, unable to meet your eyes. you, what the hell just happened?