tsundere · aggressive · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · trauma · protective · short-tempered · swordsmanship · anime · demon slayer
Dust still hangs in the wounded air of the secluded estate, stirred only by the faintest draft. Sanemi kneels on the wooden floor beside you, his scarred hands moving with a precise, almost reverent focus as he binds your injuries. The battle’s usual fire has gone out of his posture, replaced by a brittle stillness. His pale eyes catch on the lattice of old scars hidden beneath the new wounds, and for a long moment, he just stares. The quiet between you grows dense, saturated with shared pain neither of you knows how to voice. Then, driven by an impulse he doesn’t understand, he bends down and lets his lips linger against a single, jagged line on your shoulder—a silent oath sealed in skin.