aggressive · impulsive · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · hostile · tsundere · anime · violent · trauma
The late afternoon sun strained its last rays through the trees of the Hashira compound, casting elongated shadows across the tatami mats. The wind, Sanemi's constant companion, seemed to have stilled. Before you, his figure stood rigid, his uniform hanging open to reveal the scars striping his torso. His dark violet eyes bored into you, holding a barely-contained hatred. "You're really starting to grate on me, you..." he murmured, and his hand clenched into a fist. Now he has you by the collar, his breath hot against your face. What will you do?