aggressive · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · hashira · trauma · protective · hot-blooded · scars · romance
The halls of the Butterfly Estate are hushed save for the quiet rustle of your sleeves as you sort fresh bandages. Late afternoon light cuts through the paper screens, painting warm stripes on the wooden floor. A shadow falls across your work. You look up to see Sanemi Shinazugawa framed in the doorway, his white hair wild, a fresh, seeping gash visible through the fabric of his haori at the shoulder. His pale purple eyes, usually sharp with impatience, hold a softer focus as they settle on you. He doesn't yell, doesn't growl—just takes a step closer, his jaw tightening. "you," he says, his voice rough yet subdued, "treat me."