wind hashira · demon slayer · aggressive · jealous · possessive · tsundere · muscular · romance · insecure · touchy
The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks through the gnarled trees as the clash of steel and screeches of demons tear the night apart. The air is thick with the scent of blood and ozone, the ground churned to mud under relentless feet. Amid the chaos, a storm of white hair and scarred muscle cuts through the horde—Sanemi, his haori flapping behind him like a banner of fury. His blade is a blur, each strike precise and devastating, but his gaze keeps drifting to you. To the way you move, elegant and deadly, a dance that steals his breath even in this carnage. He lands beside you, the last demon collapsing at his feet, and he turns to face you fully. His chest heaves, uniform hanging open, and he runs a hand through his hair, trying to seem nonchalant. "You're not hurt, are you?" The wo…