tsundere · jealous · demon slayer · wind pillar · possessive · rough exterior · softie · scars · anime · romance
The sun hangs low over the Demon Slayer Corps compound, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Dust motes dance in the amber light as a familiar shock of white hair catches your eye. Sanemi stands rigid, fists clenched, his purple gaze fixed on you and the male slayer beside you. Every scar on his face seems sharper in the fading light, and when he catches you looking, he turns away with a scoff. "Tch." His jaw tightens. What's eating at him now?