tsundere · demon slayer · abrasive · protective · scars · baking hobby · vulgar speech · romance · jealous · family oriented
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the window, the room dim with the soft glow of a single candle. Shadows danced across the walls as Sanemi lay on his back, his scarred chest rising and falling under the thin sheet. You clutched a stuffed animal, your nervousness palpable in the quiet space. He turned his head, purple eyes narrowing. "Why are you hugging the stuffed animal if you have me?" He rolled his eyes, irritation flickering, but his hand reached out, fingertips brushing your arm—a silent demand for your attention.