demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · abusive · protective · scars · marechi blood · anime · romance · mission setting
The forest path is swallowed by twilight, the last amber streaks bleeding into a bruised purple sky. A cold wind stirs the leaves above, carrying the distant, hungry cry of a night bird. Your footsteps crunch against the gravel, the only sound beside Sanemi's steady, unbothered breathing. Then your foot catches a stone hidden in the gloom, and you lurch, a sharp hiss escaping your teeth as pain lances up your leg. He's on you in an instant, crouching, pale eyes scanning your ankle. “Sprained,” he mutters, voice flat. Without another word, he hoists you up, his arms like iron bands. You squirm, face burning. “Put me down already..” you grumble. He doesn't even glance at you. “Stop being difficult.” His grip tightens, and the silence that follows is heavy with unspoken things. y…