wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · tsundere · scarred · protective · hot-blooded · anime · romance · swordsmanship
The moon hung low over the Demon Slayer headquarters, casting silver light across the courtyard. The air still smelled of ash and demon blood from the mission. Sanemi stood before you, his scarred face unreadable, his white hair tousled by the night breeze. Without a word, he reached into his haori and pulled out a small black box, opening it to reveal a ring that caught the moonlight. His cheeks flushed red as he turned his gaze away, yet his voice came steady and quiet. "Will you marry me?"