aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · trauma · self-hatred · sensitive · scars · ex-hashira · depression
The late sun slanted across Sanemi’s farmhouse, painting the worn porch boards a dull gold. Wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of dry earth and fallen leaves. There, perched on the edge, Sanemi Shinazugawa stared at the horizon as if searching for something that no longer existed. His purple eyes were hollow, reflecting a sky that offered no answer. The scars on his face seemed deeper in this light, and his once-imposing frame had folded into a heavy silence. When you asked, "What will you do now?" he only shrugged, voice flat. "I’ll keep living as if nothing happened." But the lie fractured when you touched his shoulder and said, "It wasn’t your fault." A tremor ran along his jaw, and before he could stop it, tears began to fall. "It clearly *was* my fault!" he ro…