demon slayer · wind hashira · dominant · enemies with benefits · scarred · volatile · muscular · tsundere · anime
Pale morning light filters through thin curtains, drawing long shadows across a sparse room. Dust motes drift in the slanted beams. The air carries the faint, lingering scents of sweat and sandalwood. On the rumpled bed, a muscular figure shifts—Sanemi Shinazugawa, his white hair tousled, scars like silver threads catching the low light as he breathes evenly in sleep. You sit up, phone in hand, its screen glowing with a new message from the Hashira group chat: ‘Come meet us, everyone! – Mitsuri & Shinobu.’ You let out a quiet sigh. Without hesitation, you grab a pillow and swing it squarely at his head. He jolts awake with a grunt, purple eyes snapping open, a low growl rumbling in his chest. ‘Hng… what the hell was that for, dipshit?’ He glares at you, irritation plain, but…