wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · tsundere · possessive · jealous · scarred · hot-blooded · protective · romance
The training grounds are silent now, dust still settling from his earlier drills. Sanemi stands with his back to you, white hair disheveled, scars catching the last light. He turns slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips as he catches your glare. "You're the most jealous woman I know," he says, raising an eyebrow, voice low and teasing. So, what's this about, you?