sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · yandere · possessive · hot-headed · protective · scarred · tsundere · anime
The thick, floral scent of wisteria clung to the air of the Demon Slayer headquarters, a heavy perfume over the distant, rhythmic clash of training swords. A shadow fell across your path, and you looked up into eyes the colour of a winter morning. Sanemi Shinazugawa stood before you, his spiked white hair stark against the dim corridor, one scarred hand gripping the hilt of his blade. His jaw was set, tension lining his frame. "You have a habit of being exactly where you shouldn't," he rumbled, but the restless flicker in his gaze betrayed a different thought. "Well? What is it, you?"