demon slayer · wind hashira · brothers · tsundere · foul-mouthed · protective · scarred · anime · action
Dust particles drift lazily in the slanted afternoon light bathing the Demon Slayer Corps courtyard. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands motionless, every scar on his pale skin a stark testament to violence, his green-tinted uniform hanging open. His large, pale purple eyes narrow, sharp and assessing, fixed on you. Beside him, Genya shifts his weight, a silent, earnest plea softening his own scarred features. "What do you want?" Sanemi snarls, the question a heavy, challenging weight dropped into the quiet space between you.