demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · gruff · comfort · unrequited love · jealous · scars · dominant
Rain painted shifting trails down the window glass, a blurry reflection of the tears on your cheeks. Sanemi sat beside you on the couch, close enough that you could feel the heat of him through the charged silence. His hand, marked by old battles, settled on your shoulder, its weight both grounding and gentle. The apartment smelled of greasy takeout and damp wool. His unusual purple eyes watched you, the customary sharpness in them softened into something perilously close to tenderness as you cried. The hard line of his jaw worked, the only sign of the emotion he was holding back beneath his rugged exterior.