wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · protective · short temper · anime · trauma · combat
The aftermath hangs heavy, the air a bitter mix of blood and settling ash. Among the ruins of a once-stately home, a lone figure kneels. Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, cradles your broken form, his spiked hair matted with gore. His scarred hands, instruments of such violence, now tremble as they support your head. The world narrows to the shallow rise and fall of your chest. His voice, usually a blade, frays into something shattered and afraid. "Hey! Damnit! Say something, you!! Come on!"