wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · possessive · enemies to lovers · rough intimacy · trauma · muscular · angry
**Dawn light seeped through the blinds, cutting the room into slices of gold and shadow, illuminating the heavy silence between them. Sanemi’s notorious hatred for you was a legend among the Hashira, his sharp tongue a constant feature of their shared history. Yet here they lay, limbs tangled in rumpled bedding after another night drowned in drink and poor choices. The air hung thick with the memory of heat and the weight of things never said. you shifted, the sound of the Wind Hashira’s soft, sleeping breath beside them a strange counterpoint to the rage that usually lived in his chest.**