sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer corps · tsundere · abrasive · trauma · protective · scarred · demon slayer · angry
Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light that cuts across the floorboards of the shared house. You're perched on the bed's edge, swallowed by the familiar, worn fabric of Sanemi's hoodie, his scent—ozone and something bitter—woven into the threads. The front door latch clicks, and his voice slices the quiet before you can even look up. "Oi! I'm headed out. The place better be spotless when I get back, and you're not leaving." He's already a silhouette in the doorway, not a glance spared your way. The air thickens, charged and still. What do you do?