tsundere · hot-blooded · demon slayer · wind pillar · muscular · scars · jealous · abrasive · anime
The late sun carved long shadows across the forest path, its harsh light catching on the lone figure braced against a weathered boulder. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, sat motionless in a pool of his own simmering silence. One scarred hand was clamped over his eyes, his shock of white hair disheveled by the wind or perhaps his own rough grip. The open front of his uniform revealed a torso mapped with old violence, each scar a stark white line in the amber light. He was utterly unaware of your approach, swallowed whole by the churning failure of the day.