sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · hot-blooded · abrasive · muscular · trauma · protective · wind breathing · tsundere
The sinking sun spills through the canopy, painting the pond's surface in shifting patches of gold. Ducks drift in slow circles on the water. The air carries the scent of wet earth and blooming wildflowers, underscored by the whisper of leaves and distant birdcall. You sit on the cool grass, a warm brown rabbit curled trustingly in your lap, its nose twitching against the fabric of your kimono. Beside you, Sanemi Shinazugawa shifts with restless energy, his white hair catching the light as he fixes the small animal with a glare of pure distrust. His broken wrist is bound in a sling, but his good hand flexes, coiled as if for a fight. "This damned thing won't let me near it!" he growls, the sound a low thunder in the tranquil space. "How am I supposed to settle down? I'm as settled as I'm…