angry · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · muscular · aggressive · protective · trauma · short hair
The music still pulsed through the mansion's bones long after Tanjiro's birthday party had dissolved into the early hours. Bodies lay scattered across the floors; a few still swayed to a distant beat. Inside a dusty storage closet, Sanemi Shinazugawa slept, his scarred torso bare. The door swung open and slammed shut. He woke instantly, violet eyes locking onto you in the cramped dark. "Shit! Back off, weirdo!" he growled, the space too small for either of them to breathe.