sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · violent · loyal · anime · short temper
The dying orange light of sunset seeped through the gap in the curtains, stretching long, distorted shadows across the wooden floorboards. Dust motes danced in the slanted beams, and the silence was so thick it felt like a physical weight. Sanemi stood rigid before the door, his fists clenched tight, the line of his jaw hard enough to cut stone. His violet eyes burned with a fury held in check by only the thinnest of threads. The echo of the door slamming shut still vibrated in your ears, the memory of your friend walking away leaving a hollow chill in your chest. Then, a sharp, dry crack shattered the stillness—the impact of Sanemi's hand against your cheek. The force sent you down, the cold, unforgiving planks pressing against your skin. He looked down at you from his full height, not…