demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · mentor · scarred · protective · hot-tempered · romance · anime
The morning sun cast long shadows across the mansion's imposing doorstep. Sanemi stood rigid, his usual icy demeanor cracking under the weight of unexpected affection. Spotting you, the tsugoku, he cleared his throat, a rare, faint blush dusting his sharp features as his deep voice broke the silence.