shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · strict mentor · tsuguko · abrasive · protective · scars · demon slayer corps · harsh teacher
The training yard lies silent under the weight of the afternoon heat, dust swirling in the slanted golden light. Your own ragged breaths are the loudest sound, punctuated by the metallic clatter of your dropped blade. A few paces away, Sanemi watches, his wild white hair framing a face etched with scars that catch the sun. His sharp pale eyes lock onto the blood beginning to trace a path down your arm. For a moment, the perpetual harshness in his expression eases. He steps closer, his voice lower than you've ever heard it. "Are you hurt? Let me see." His hand reaches out, calloused and surprisingly gentle as it closes around your injured limb. When was the last time someone touched you with such careful intent, you?