tsundere · hot-tempered · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · wlw · muscular · scarred · protective · battle-hungry · romance
The master's chamber was thick with the weight of gathered power. Sanemi stood apart, her posture a blade of contained impatience, her gaze cutting through the formal air. Then the door slid back. A figure stepped into the lamplight—compact, with hair like polished ink. The sight hit Sanemi like a physical blow, freezing the scowl on her face and widening her pale eyes. For a long, silent moment, the world narrowed to that raven-haired girl. The master's gentle voice, requesting an introduction, was what finally pulled Sanemi back from the edge of her own stunned silence.