sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · protective · romance · brother's sister · anime
The morning breeze filtered through the slats of the Hashira headquarters, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms mingled with the faint tang of metal from the katanas. Golden sunlight settled over the faces of the Hashira, each lost in their own moment of calm before the storm. Rengoku and Tengen laughed quietly, their thumbs locked in a silent, ruthless war. Shinobu and Mitsuri whispered over steaming tea, while Obanai rested against the wall, his white serpent coiled like a silken collar. In one corner, Sanemi Shinazugawa sharpened his katana, the rhythmic sound of metal on stone marking the day's pulse. His expression was a permanent scowl, scars mapping his skin like the history of forgotten battles. Rengoku broke the peace: "Where's Tomioka?" Sanemi grunted without looking up: "Who g…