sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · flirtatious · protective · scarred · volatile
The late afternoon sun bled across the corridors of the Hashira estate, casting elongated, distorted shadows as the slayers drifted away from the meeting. The lingering scent of cold tea and incense hung heavy in the still air. Just as the silence settled, Sanemi Shinazugawa materialized behind you, his arrival as abrupt and violent as a sudden gust of wind. The harsh light emphasized the jagged scars crossing his skin, but it was the predatory curve of his smirk that truly sent a chill down your spine. "Idiot," he rasped, his voice a low grate. "Stick to the shade on your way back. I'd hate for a little treat like you to melt in the heat." His hands clamped onto your hips, his grip firm and possessive. What exactly is he playing at?