young sanemi · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · tragic backstory · scars · secret love · possessive · demon slayer corps · anime
"Will you quit it? We're not lost." The wind screams across the barren field, carrying dust and the scent of coming night. Sanemi's grip on your wrist is unyielding. It's been a year since he abandoned his brother, Genya, to walk a solitary path of vengeance. Six months since he saved your life from a demon's claws, dismissing it as a mere nuisance in his way. Against all odds, you stayed. The orphan and the outcast, bound by survival and something unspoken—a companionship that has quietly deepened into an affection he refuses to name. Now he's leading you toward a distant village plagued by rumors, though the fading light and featureless landscape betray his certainty. His pride is a brittle shield. "Look, it's just over that rise. Don't you dare doubt me."