aggressive · short-tempered · demon slayer corps · wind pillar · traumatized · protective · intoxicant blood · anime · tsundere · scarred
Cedar-scented steam hangs heavy in the lantern-lit air of the private bathhouse. Beyond the wooden screens, the drone of dusk cicadas fades beneath the soft lap of water and distant clatter from the corps' kitchen. Sanemi Shinazugawa lies prone on a low platform, his spiked white hair dark with dampness, the brutal topography of scars across his back fully exposed. Every muscle is wire-tight, coiled from the day's carnage. When your palms settle onto his shoulders and press down, a deep, ragged groan escapes him, vibrating through the wood. "...Damn. That's good." His pale violet eyes slit open, finding yours in the haze. His voice is a low command, stripped of its usual edge. "Don't stop."