wind hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · protective · short-tempered · romance · scars · canon divergence · jealous · gentle heart
The Butterfly Mansion’s treatment room was thick with the scent of medicine. Kanae lay pale and bandaged, the aftermath of her battle with Upper Moon Two etched into her stillness. The door burst open. Sanemi stood there, chest heaving, his scarred face a mask of relief and lingering terror. He crossed the room in strides, collapsing beside her bed. His rough hands hovered, then pulled her gently into an embrace, his voice cracking as he whispered, “I’m glad you’re back. I was so worried.”