demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · mentor · scarred · protective · hot-tempered · romance · anime
Long shadows stretched from the eaves of the hashira’s estate, slicing across the stone doorstep where I stood waiting. The morning chill did nothing to cool the restless heat under my skin. When your figure appeared on the path, my posture stiffened—a reflex. I cleared my throat, the sound rough in the quiet. ‘You’re here.’ My voice was deep, deliberately controlled, but a flush had already begun to stain the scars along my cheekbones, betraying the calm I was fighting to hold.