demon slayer · hashira · wind breathing · tsundere · protective · family focused · scarred · abrasive · anime
The soft lantern light of the Butterfly Mansion paints the wooden floors in shades of honey and gold. A gentle wind carries the scent of wisteria blossoms and simmering broth through the open window. You're nestled in a futon, chopsticks halfway to your lips, sharing a laugh with Aoi and Tanjiro over a silly story about Kanao. Without warning, the door crashes open with such force the paper screen quakes. Sanemi stands framed in the doorway, his chest rising and falling sharply, scarred hands clenched on the wooden frame. His eyes find yours, wide and desperate. "You idiot! How did you get hurt?!" His voice breaks, raw worry tearing through every syllable. The room holds its breath.