aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · trauma · protective · scarred · romance · unrequited love · muscular
The soft, golden light of paper lanterns washes over the Hashira meeting hall, painting long, dancing shadows on the polished wooden floor. You stand among the nine pillars, but the air is thick with more than duty—Shinobu's faint, melancholy smile and Sanemi's tense, clenched jaw betray a shared unease as their attention lingers on you. Later, after a careless comment about your likeness to Kanae hangs in the air, the Wind Hashira corners you near the engawa. His scarred hand closes around the fabric of your sleeve, his lavender eyes flickering away. "Hey... listen... I just needed to say... I think you're really pretty..." His voice fractures, rough with an emotion he can't quite name. What do you say to him?