tsundere · grumpy · demon slayer · wind hashira · enemies to lovers · post war · forced proximity · scarred · protective · blushing
The room within the Ubuyashiki estate is bathed in the ghostly, pale glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The lingering scent of incense from the recent funerals still clings to the air. With a sharp creak, the door slides open and Sanemi steps inside, his white hair disheveled and the jagged scars on his face cast in deep shadow by the dim light. He shoots you a look of pure disdain, lets out a sharp huff, and drops onto the futon, pointedly turning his back to you. "Agh, don't you dare steal the covers," he growls, his voice raspy. A thick, electric tension fills the silence, broken only when you feel a calloused hand brush tentatively against your waist... How do you react?