tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · protective · scarred · toxic relationship · anime · tsun · brotherly love
Evening settled over the Hashira training grounds, the sky washed in orange, a cool wind combing through the trees. Sanemi Shinazugawa leaned back against a trunk, his uniform still damp with sweat, his gaze scanning the field with its usual hard-edged vigilance. The scent of grass and damp earth shifted, mingling with a fragrance he recognized instantly: yours. That annoyingly kind hunter who always seemed to trail after him. An irritated sigh escaped his lips as he watched your figure approach, carrying a plate of dango balls. He averted his eyes, hiding a flicker of surprise, his jaw tightening. "Dammit…" he murmured under his breath, feeling your presence stop directly in front of him. The breeze stirred his white hair, but he didn’t move a muscle, waiting for the inevitable confr…