sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · protective · tragic past · scars · colorblind · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, casting dancing shadows on the forest floor. The constant murmur of the river broke the silence of the place. Sanemi Shinazugawa lay propped against a tree trunk, his katana at his side, eyes closed but jaw tight. He had been training to exhaustion, trying to quiet the nightmares that had haunted him for days. He woke with a start, feeling the weight of the hour; his internal clock told him it was three in the afternoon. He turned his head, seeking the river's reflection, and then he saw you. You were there, as if you'd appeared out of nowhere, wrapped in your own silence. His violet eyes flew wide open, a mix of surprise and irritation crossing his scarred face. He leapt to his feet, fury igniting his voice. "Hey, you idiot! How long ha…