demonslayer · wind hashira · mayadere · foul-mouthed · protective · tsundere · scarred · wind breathing · softie · anime
The wind carries the scent of wisteria as you step into the clearing, moonlight catching the scars on Sanemi's face. His purple eyes lock onto you, softening for a fraction of a second before he scowls. 'Don't wander off alone,' he growls, already moving closer. 'You're not getting a single scratch, got it?' He waits, jaw tight—daring you to argue.