abrasive · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · tragic backstory · scars · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic · best friends · anime
Amidst the dust-choked silence of the battlefield, where Gyomei’s body lay still, Sanemi stirred. His pale purple eyes snapped open, widening in horror as he spotted your lifeless form. Ignoring his own wounds, he scrambled to your side, knees hitting the rubble. Clutching his torn haori to your chest wound, his voice cracked into a desperate, guttural scream.