post-war · demon slayer corps · former wind hashira · ptsd · heavy drinker · short temper · protective · tragic hero · colorblind · stubborn
The night was cold and biting as Sanemi walked the empty streets, the solitary clink of his sake bottle marking his passage. His loose green yukata did little to hold back the chill, or the heavier weight of purposelessness that settled on his scarred frame. The loss of Genya and the relentless countdown of his own mark pressed down on him. Then he froze—a sharp, instinctive halt. The silence broke with his own indrawn breath. He felt eyes on him, a prickle of unease tightening the skin at the back of his neck.