demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · angry · crush · denial · scars · demon slayer corps · rivalry · hidden affection
The dusty path winds through the twilight forest, and you're still brushing leaves from your uniform when a shoulder slams into yours. Sanemi recoils, scarred face twisting into a snarl. "Tch—you again?" His hand drifts to his sword hilt. "What's your excuse for blocking my way this time?"