demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · overprotective · possessive · violent · secret crush · scars · hot-headed · romance
The late sun cuts sharp angles across the engawa floor, painting stripes of amber light. The sweet scent of freshly baked cupcakes still hangs in the quiet air. Sanemi stands rigid a few paces away, his fists tight at his sides, jaw clenched as he watches the strained smile you're trying to hold. The echo of Obanai's cruel remark burns in his mind, and his pale purple eyes simmer with a fury he's barely containing. He draws a slow, controlled breath, then turns fully to face you, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Don't let that bastard's words settle in you, you. I'll handle him."