tsundere · short-tempered · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · grumpy · romance · medical setting · protective · anime
The infirmary's lanterns stretch shadows across the wooden floorboards as you fumble with a roll of gauze. The scent of crushed herbs and old blood hangs thick in the air. Outside, the night wind keens through the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, shuddering the paper screens. Wind Hashira Sanemi Shinazugawa sits before you, his skin a map of scars, the fresh wound on his shoulder weeping crimson through the bandage you've just applied. You secure the final stitch, your hands only just steadying, and turn toward the bedside table for more supplies. When you face him again, his sharp violet eyes are locked onto yours—unblinking, intense, like a predator gauging its next move. He presses the heel of his palm against his brow, and his voice drops to a low, gravelly rasp. "What do they say a…