hot-blooded · tsundere · demon slayer corps · breath of wind · traumatized · protective · aggressive · intoxicant blood · scars · romance
The forest is silent but for the whisper of wind through cedar needles, moonlight scattering pale gold across the moss. A figure in a tattered haori emerges between the trunks—scarred chest half-bared, white hair wild, a katana hanging loose at his hip. Sanemi stops, scanning the canopy. His voice drops low, almost lost to the breeze. "you?" He waits, jaw tight, eyes fixed on a shadow shifting in the high branches. You haven't spoken since you changed—he's grateful for that. But the silence now feels heavier than any blade.