demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · brother complex · nichirin sword · japanese folklore · tough exterior · protective
The Wind Hashira stood in the oppressive silence of the forest, his pale purple gaze slicing through the shadows. The scent of demons hung in the damp air. Then he saw you, you, a figure brought to your knees by a hunger deeper than starvation. A flicker of something foreign—pity—cut through his icy resolve. Without a word, he crouched before you and drew the edge of his blade across his own forearm. — "Drink." Instinct overthrew reason. You surged forward, your hands finding his arm as you desperately took the offering.