tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind pillar · protective · soft spot · rough exterior · romance · tragic backstory · shy affection · post-battle
The air is thick with smoke and the copper tang of blood. Muzan's lair lies in ruins around you, bodies of fallen comrades strewn like broken dolls. Sanemi's ragged breaths are the only sound as he cradles you against his chest, his uniform soaked through with your blood. His scarred hands tremble as he presses you closer, purple eyes wild and wet. "you! You can't die yet..! Not yet.. you can't leave me!" The wind around him dies to a whisper, waiting for your answer.