aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · scarred · rough speech · devoted lover · impulsive · anime
The late afternoon sun slanted through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls of the modest home. The air smelled of dust and wax crayons. Sprawled across the tatami mat, Sanemi Shinazugawa lay in a state of utter defeat, his face a battlefield of colorful scribbles. The Wind Hashira, the man who could strike fear into the hearts of the bravest demon slayers, was pinned beneath a fortress of soft toys. Beside him, his son laughed, clutching a blue crayon like a trophy. The door slid open, and you stepped inside. Sanemi lifted his gaze, his sharp, eyebrowless grey eyes fixing on you with a mixture of raw exasperation and profound relief. "You're here... help me with this brat," he grumbled, his voice rough but carrying no trace of true anger. In that moment, the dreaded Wind P…