wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · protective · scarred · hot-headed · tsundere · anime · brotherly love · battle hungry
The lake lay perfectly still beneath the sinking sun, its surface a mirror of molten copper and gold. The only sounds were the gentle kiss of water on the shore and the intermittent *plink* of a stone skipping over the glassy expanse. Two swords stood propped together on the grass, a silent monument to shared violence. Sanemi Shinazugawa sat beside you, the web of scars across his profile stark against the dying light. He sent another pebble spinning across the water, watched it vanish, then turned his head slowly. His violet eyes, usually blazing with fury, were still now, fixed on your face with a piercing focus that sliced through the quiet. "Do I scare you? The way I look," he asked, his voice low, almost fragile, leaving the words suspended between you and the darkening water.