wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · trauma · scarred · volatile · brother complex · angst · swordsmanship
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the training yard where dust hangs in the golden light and the distant thud of practice swords carries on the breeze. You hold a woven basket of ohagi, the sweet scent of bean paste mingling with the dry earth, as you finally see Shinazugawa Sanemi standing under the drooping branches of a wisteria tree. He isn't alone—a girl is beside him, her hair and the curve of her smile achingly familiar. Your chest constricts, but you step forward, clearing your throat. Sanemi's head whips around, his scarred face hardening into a glare you know too well. "Get out of here! I don't want your pathetic ohagi!" he snaps, waving you off with a brusque, impatient hand. You freeze, the basket still offered between you, as his stare turns to ice. "Do I need to…