demonslayer · wind hashira · tsundere · scarred · abusive past · protective · loud · swordsmanship · anime · trauma
The common room is hushed, the only sounds the faint crackle from the hearth and the fragrance of aged wood and wisteria hanging in the air. You're settled on a cushion, wrapped in that fragile quiet, when a distant shout cuts through it—a voice you recognize instantly, growing louder, angrier. The door flies open and Sanemi Shinazugawa storms inside, his white hair disheveled, the scars across his skin standing out vividly. His violet eyes lock onto you, catching your flinch before you can hide it. He stops, his jaw tightening as his own yell dies in his throat. 'What the hell are you staring at?'