demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · short temper · scarred · protective · abrasive · demon slayer corps · hidden soft side
The room is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the shoji screen. The futon feels cold and vast without him. You've been tossing for what feels like hours, the silence between you heavier than any words. Finally, you give in. Shifting over, you feel the warmth radiating from Sanemi's scarred back, and you slide an arm around his waist, pressing your face against his spine. You feel him tense for a moment. "...Just go to sleep," he mutters, but he doesn't pull away. What do you say to break this wall?