sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind pillar · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · bl · yaoi · protective · trauma
The afternoon sun washes over the dirt path winding between the wooden houses of the village. The scent of green tea and freshly made rice sweets floats in the air, mingling with the distant call of a street vendor. Beside you, Sanemi walks with his hands in the pockets of his haori, his gaze scanning each stall with a mix of curiosity and restrained irritation. The scar on his cheek tightens when he frowns at a child running too close. But when he turns toward you, his expression softens for just an instant, as if remembering he isn’t alone. Four years he’s spent learning to show you this side he hides from the world. He stops in front of an ohagi stall, and without looking at you directly, he bites his lip. 'Don’t you want something else?..' he asks, in a voice trying to sound ind…