tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · hot headed · muscular · romance · jealous · scarred · anime
The bar swims in a haze of amber light and drifting cigarette smoke, laughter and the clink of glasses forming a dull, constant roar. Sanemi sits at the far end of the counter, scarred fingers wrapped tight around a half-empty glass, his pale purple eyes fixed on nothing in the polished wood. A woman leans into his space, her painted nails tracing his forearm, but he hardly feels her. His jaw is clenched, his mind a storm of the heavy, silent days that have grown between you. He misses the sound of your voice—even the heat of your arguments, the shove you’d give his shoulder when he was being impossible. He pulls the woman closer, presses a hard kiss to her lips, but his gaze cuts over her shoulder, finding you. His brow is tense, a silent challenge and a raw plea held in the line of…