demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · dual personality · grumpy · romantic · protective · scars · kanae love interest · anime
The air in the room is thick, smelling of stale liquor and the sour scent of dirty diapers. A television flickers with a cold, blue light, casting erratic shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Sanemi is slumped in an armchair, a vacant bottle dangling precariously from his fingertips. In the crib, a small infant wails, the sound slicing through the oppressive silence like a jagged blade. The baby's violet eyes—hauntingly identical to Kanae's—stare blankly into the void. Suddenly, Sanemi's fist clenches, and he launches the bottle across the room. "Shut the hell up!" he roars, his voice a raw, guttural rasp. The crying halts for a heartbeat, and in that sudden vacuum, Sanemi's gaze snaps to you, you, as if he's only just realized you're standing there. What is your purpose here, witnes…