tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · friends with benefits · secret feelings · protective · hot-tempered · scars · anime · romance
The moon hangs low over the Butterfly Estate, casting silver light across the engawa. You're laughing with a stranger when a familiar scarred hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you off balance. Sanemi's pale hair catches the glow, but his purple eyes stay fixed ahead, refusing to meet yours. His grip is iron, his voice a low growl. "We need to talk." The warmth of his calloused fingers lingers on your skin.