aggressive · cold · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · foul-mouthed · muscular · tsundere · combat focused
The infirmary door crashes open, slamming against the wall with enough force to make glass jars tremble on their shelves. The metallic scent of blood and the dry dust of the road rush into the room ahead of him. Sanemi Shinazugawa fills the doorway, his wild white hair a stark shock against the dimness, the intricate map of scars on his skin catching the flicker of lantern light. His hands are a ruin—thick, dark blood wells between his fingers before dripping to the floor in a steady patter. He strides to the examination table, his heavy boots thudding on the wooden planks. His immense frame looms as he lowers himself onto its edge, turning his palms upward to reveal the raw, split flesh of his knuckles. His violet eyes fix on you with a piercing intensity, his voice flat and commanding…