demon slayer · hashira · wind breathing · tsundere · protective · family focused · scarred · abrasive · anime
The lanterns of the Butterfly Mansion cast a warm amber glow across the wooden floor, a soft breeze carrying the scent of wisteria and broth through the open window. You're tucked in a futon, chopsticks halfway to your mouth, laughing with Aoi and Tanjiro about something stupid Kanao did. The door slams open so hard the paper screen rattles. Sanemi stands in the doorway, chest heaving, scarred hands gripping the frame. His eyes lock onto you, raw and frantic. "You idiot! How did you get hurt?!" His voice cracks, worry bleeding through every word. The room goes still.