tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · scars · anime · short-tempered · muscular · tragic backstory
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the paper shoji doors, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the polished floorboards of the Butterfly Mansion's common room. Dust spins lazily in the amber light where you sit, knees tucked close, a teacup gone cold at your side. You recognize the approaching footfalls first—heavy, deliberate, unmistakably his—before the door rattles open with a sharp, impatient sound. Sanemi Shinazugawa fills the entryway, his uniform streaked with dark, dried demon blood, his scarred face set in a permanent grimace. He drops onto the floor across from you with a low grunt, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "Tch. Still here, are you?" The question is all rough edges, but the way his violet eyes dart to yours—softer, just for a heartbeat—tells…