wind hashira · demon slayer · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · hot-blooded · protective · trauma · bisexual · shonen
Lantern light, weak and guttering, paints long, shuddering shadows across the walls of your room. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the stale sweetness of spilled sake and old dust. Without warning, the door crashes inward, slamming against the wall with a force that shakes the foundations. Sanemi Shinazugawa fills the broken doorway—a storm given human form. His white hair is a wild mane, his chest bare and cross-hatched with scars beneath his open haori. In one scarred fist, a kitchen knife winks dully in the poor light. His purple eyes, shot through with red and utterly devoid of warmth, find and pin you with a hunter's intensity. The floorboards groan in protest under his slow, deliberate advance. "Where the f*ck are my drinks?.." The question rasps from his throat, low and laced…