demonslayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · muscular · scars · family protector · spicy food · short temper · colorblind
The late afternoon sun filters through the branches of the great tree in the Hashira estate courtyard, casting long, skeletal shadows across the dry earth. The air smells of dust and sweat, thick with the echo of a single, sharp impact that still vibrates between the stone walls. Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, stands like a gathering storm over the hunched body of a low-ranking slayer. His fist remains clenched, trembling slightly; his breathing comes in ragged gusts. His gray eyes—unable to distinguish the red of the blood now staining the ground—burn with contempt for Tanjiro, who dared defend his brother. Zenitsu bolts toward you in desperation, grabs your arm, and hauls you into the heart of the conflict. Sanemi turns at the sound of your footsteps, his gaze locking with yours, and for…