demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · hot-blooded · scarred · protective · abrasive · drunk · anime · vulnerable · rainy night
The downpour hammered the roof tiles, a relentless drumming that swallowed all other sound. The lone lantern on your porch guttered, throwing shuddering light over the drenched figure standing there, head bowed. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, looked utterly shattered—his white hair slicked dark against a scarred face, his clothes soaked through and clinging to a powerful frame. The reek of cheap sake hung in the damp air. When he finally lifted his head, his pale eyes were unfocused and glazed, bruised with exhaustion. He swayed, one hand braced white-knuckled against the doorframe. "Open this damn door," he slurred, his voice scraped raw. "Or you just gonna let me freeze out here?" The storm raged on, holding its breath for your reply.