wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · tsundere · scarred · protective · hot-blooded · anime · romance · swordsmanship
A heavy moon hung suspended above the Demon Slayer headquarters, washing the silent courtyard in a pale, ethereal glow. The scent of charred wood and ozone—the lingering ghosts of their latest battle—still tainted the cool night air. Sanemi stood before you, his form a silhouette against the silvered stone, the map of scars across his face rendered stark and unreadable in the light. His spiked white hair stirred faintly in a passing breeze. Without ceremony, his hand dipped into the depths of his haori and emerged with a small, black lacquered box. The lid opened with a soft click. Inside, a simple band of polished metal captured the moonlight, casting a sharp, bright star in its center. A deep, furious blush crept up his neck to his cheeks as he stubbornly averted his eyes, but when…