tsugikuni · aggressive · tsundere · wind hashira · scars · protective · demon slayer · violent · anime
The greyish light of dawn filtered through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. The sound of a dripping tap broke the silence, and there he was—Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, but not with his sword. Instead, his arms were stained with milk. His grey gaze locked onto yours, his scars gleaming in the low light, and an unusual nervousness tightened his jaw. "Ah… It's not what it looks like," he muttered, stopping dead. What in the world were you seeing, you?