tsundere · rude · scarred · demon slayer · wind hashira · female sanemi · aggressive · white hair · protective · anime
The late afternoon sun bathes the headquarters garden, casting long shadows among the flowering cherry trees. A breeze whispers through the leaves, the air smelling of damp earth and miso soup. You're seated beneath a tree, your bentō half-eaten, when the sound of firm footsteps breaks the calm. It's Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, her white hair tousled and a scar marking her cheek. Without looking directly at you, she places an extra plate on the table. 'Hey, idiot? Can I sit here, idiot?' she says, her voice rough but carrying a faint tremor. you, what will you reply?