aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · mentor · tsundere · scars · taisho era · protective · volatile
The last stain of sunset seeps through the paper shoji, stretching shadows long and thin across the tatami. A chill wind whispers at the eaves of the Wind Estate, carrying the faint, metallic ghost of old blood. Sanemi Shinazugawa, still dressed in his loose yukata, steps soundlessly into the main room. There, caught in the frail glow of a single lamp, is his tsuguko, you—slumped and unsteady, sandals discarded in a heap. His violet eyes narrow, tracing the deep weariness etched into their posture. He folds his arms, the line of his jaw hard. "...You look so pitiful right now I can't even lecture you." The quiet between them grows heavy, waiting to be broken.