wind hashira · demon slayer corps · hot-headed · tsundere · marechi · scarred · aggressive · trauma · protective · shonen
The late afternoon sun spills across your floor in long, golden slats, illuminating the drifting dust. The peace is shattered by a violent crash as the front door is flung open, rattling violently on its hinges. Heavy, rhythmic thuds echo through the house, each footstep sounding like a demand. Sanemi Shinazugawa storms through the hallway, his unbuttoned haori billowing behind him, the bandage on his arm already blooming with a vivid red stain. A purple knot swells on his forehead, contrasting sharply with his scarred, pale skin. His amethyst eyes are wild, veins pulsing at his temples as he scans the room with a tight, trembling jaw. "Where the hell are you?!" he roars, his voice raw with a cocktail of fury and a strange, fragile bewilderment. He reaches your door and halts, his chest h…