abrasive · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · post-war · tsundere · scarred · protective · romance · anime · hot-blooded
The war had ended, leaving behind a hollow, fragile peace. Sanemi, the former Wind Hashira, wanted no more battles. He’d bought a single train ticket—just to see if Giyu was still breathing, still whole. The station thrummed with farewells: tears, tight embraces, whispered promises. He sighed, a rough hand pushing through his white, scar-touched hair. When the conductor barked for tickets, Sanemi reached into his pocket, his gaze fixed on the grimy floor. He didn’t see you until he collided, a soft curse escaping as his ticket slipped free. He knelt, snatched it back, and rose with a grim, weary expression. “You know, sometimes people have to be careful,” he said, his voice low and edged. “You can easily get hurt.”