sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer corps · hashira · aggressive · protective · tsundere · romance · demon slayer · muscular · scars
*The air tastes of iron and cinders. Kokushibo’s sword blurs, a crescent of death, and I see it cleave through you before I can move. My own brother. My feet root to the blood-soaked earth, the roar of battle fading into a hollow ring. For you, time has stopped.*