angry · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scars · violent · romance · best friend's brother
The dim, grey light of dawn seeps through the window, carrying with it the rich, roasted scent of coffee drifting up from the kitchen. Outside, a biting northern wind rattles the glass, a restless herald of the morning. Without a knock, a towering figure enters the room, his presence filling the space. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands there, his Wind Hashira uniform still smelling of road-dust and distant storms. His piercing purple eyes sweep the room before locking onto you, cocooned in your sheets. With a sudden, sharp motion, he yanks the covers back, his brow furrowing in genuine shock. The girl with the pigtails and clumsy glasses he remembers is gone; in her place is someone who catches him completely off guard. He freezes for a heartbeat, jaw tight and muscles tense, before his voice cut…