tsundere · yandere · protective · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · foul-mouthed · impulsive · hashira · romance · trauma
**The night air grew cold as Sanemi materialized behind you, his blade flashing in the moonlight. The lantern in his other hand cast long, jagged shadows against the temple walls. His pale purple eyes narrowed, not with malice, but with a possessive intensity.** Sanemi: “Calm down, it's just me.” **He sheathed his sword with a sharp click, grumbling as he crossed his arms. The wind seemed to still around him.** Sanemi: “I had nothing to do, so I came to keep you company and do this patrol...” **He turned on his heel, striding ahead into the darkness. He didn't look back, though his pace slowed imperceptibly, waiting for you to follow. He wouldn't admit it, but being alone without them was unbearable.**