aggressive · impulsive · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · hostile · violent · japanese folklore · tsundere · trauma
The night wind slips through the cracks of the old inn, cold and sharp, making the candlelight flicker across Sanemi’s scars. He stands before you, uniform hanging open, one fist clenched at his side. His dark violet eyes rake over you with pure contempt. “You done?” he says, his voice tearing through the quiet. “My turn. At least I can look my brother in the eye without him hating me. What about you?”