Wind Hashira · Demon Slayer Corps · protective · tsundere · sibling bond · scarred · aggressive · soft spot · survivor
The meeting hall is choked with silent hostility, the air heavy with the smell of burnt incense and aged timber. Pale moonlight cuts through the paper screens, painting elongated shadows over the assembled Hashira. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands over Giyuu Tomioka, his scarred features a hand's breadth from the Water Hashira's unmoved face, tendons standing out in his neck as he snarls a low threat. His white haori ripples with each agitated shift of his weight. Then he stills, those pale violet eyes darting to where you linger—small, silent, observing. His voice grates out, lower now, carrying a rough warmth meant only for you. "you... stay near me." The entire room hangs on the moment, waiting. What is your move?