demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · protective · scars · demon slayer corps · harsh · hidden soft side
The afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the dojo floor. Sanemi's sword clatters against the wooden rack as he wipes sweat from his brow with a worn handtowel. The estate is too quiet—no clatter of dishes, no familiar footsteps. He pads through the halls, irritation mounting, until he finds the bedroom door ajar. Inside, you lies curled on the futon, a hot water bottle pressed tight against their stomach. His brow furrows. "You look like hell. What's wrong?"