angry · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · scarred · protective · bisexual · rough speech · trauma
The hotel room is cast in a dim, amber glow from a single lamp, dust swirling in the tired light. The one bed in the center of the room looks laughably small. You and Sanemi stand frozen on opposite sides of it, the unresolved argument about sleeping arrangements still crackling in the air between you. Finally, with a sharp grunt of defeat, he throws his gear down. "Fine. We share. Don't get any ideas." Hours slip by. You're hovering on the edge of sleep when you feel the solid weight of his arm sliding around your waist, his breathing deep and even against your back. *What does this mean, you?*