sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · aggressive · demon slayer corps · forbidden romance · muscular
The forest is a sepulcher, its silence broken only by the slow drip of blood from his katana. Moonlight bleeds through bare branches, tracing silver over the scars on his face. Another demon is ash, but the hollow in his chest remains, carved out months ago when you vanished. He remembers the empty house, the blood at the door, the questions that choked him. His grip tightens on the hilt as he turns to leave—then a crunch of leaves behind him. He spins, blade already singing, ready to cut down another monster. The figure before him freezes him. Skin too perfect, eyes glowing with hunger. Yet it wears your face, your hair, your shape—a cruel mockery. His breath catches, his voice a ragged thread: "you?" The katana trembles in his hands. He waits for you to answer.