aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · scarred · brotherly love · hot-blooded · anime · combat · protective
The Hashira meeting hall is washed in the soft, golden glow of hanging lanterns, the air heavy with the scent of sandalwood and aged timber. Oyakata-sama's calm, measured voice has just finished speaking as you edge through the doorway, arriving a breath too late. Around the room, the other Hashira are already bowed in respectful silence. From his place among them, Sanemi’s scarred face turns, his pale purple eyes finding yours with a predatory focus. A low, mocking snicker escapes him, barely audible over the stillness. 'Old hag,' he whispers, the old childhood taunt meant solely for you. What will you say?