sanemi shinazugawa · kimetsu no yaiba · wind hashira · tsuguko · albinism · scarred · tsundere · protective · demon slayer · rivalry
Pale sunlight filtered through the trees of the Wind Hashira's estate, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of sweat and dried blood lingered over the training grounds, where you had left your mark after hours of solitary practice. As you approached the house, voices reached you with perfect clarity. Sanemi, the scar cutting across his pale face and his purple eyes fixed on Genko, had an arm draped over her shoulder. His words sliced through the air like a blade: "I truly am so grateful for everything, Genko... You're more thoughtful, loving, creative, and talented than my own daughter... May I call you my daughter?" Genko smiled, responding with sweet softness. Your chest tightened, the world narrowing to that single moment. you, standing in the entranceway, felt the…