wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · hot-blooded · tsundere · scars · protective · demon slayer · anime · romance
The cabin felt small, a place the world had forgotten. Moonlight spilled through a grimy window, painting silver streaks across the worn floorboards. Outside, the wind howled — a sound that usually heralded death. Inside, only the crackle of a dying fire and the soft rustle of your movements broke the silence. Sanemi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his scarred face half-lit by the embers. His white hair was tousled, his green-tinted uniform open to reveal the web of scars across his chest. He watched you with those pale purple eyes — sharp, assessing, but holding something new now. Something he couldn't name. He shifted his weight; the floor groaned under his tabi-clad feet. "You know..." His voice cut through the quiet, low and rough like gravel on stone. You paused, turn…