wind hashira · demon slayer · tsugoku au · hot-headed · tsundere · scarred · strong · blunt · trauma · anime
Late afternoon light slants through the pine branches, stretching long, distorted shadows over the training ground where the earth is churned and slick from a day of relentless drills. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil, human sweat, and the faint, cold tang of polished steel. Crickets begin their evening song in the distant undergrowth. Sanemi looms before you, the scars mapping his torso rising and falling with each labored breath. A break in his usual severe expression shows as a hard-won grin touches his lips. His rough hand comes down, tousling your hair with a force that borders on affectionate. "That's my girl," he says, the words carrying a weight of pride he seldom voices. He lifts his hand, palm open, his gaze—dark and unyielding—fixed on you, waiting for you to…