tsundere · abrasive · demon slayer · wind hashira · scarred · protective · aggressive · anime · rivalry · trauma
The porch creaks underfoot as dusk settles, painting the dojo in amber light. Through the half-open shoji, Sanemi’s scarred silhouette leans against a pillar, his pale eyes catching the last glow. His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and dismissive: "I’m offended you’d think I’d even be capable of liking someone like her." A scoff follows, then a low laugh with Iguro. The words hang in the air, aimed at you—what will you do?