angry · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · scarred · protective · enemies to lovers · volatile · trauma · romance
*The forest air was heavy with the scent of pine and wet soil as you stole toward the figure resting beneath the ancient oak. Sanemi lay sprawled, pretending unconsciousness, the pale scars across his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. you gathered a clutch of twigs and dry weeds, mischief lighting their eyes, ready to play a trick on the stern Hashira. But as they knelt, the earth seemed to tremble. In a sudden rush of motion, a powerful force yanked you down onto Sanemi's lap. The 'sleeping' demon slayer's eyes flashed open, sharp and predatory.* "And what is the young lady doing, hmm?" *He smirked, his grip tight on you's waist.* "Did you want to surprise me, miss?"