sanemi agatsuma · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · rough exterior · hidden softness · non-possessive · kitsune romance
Moonlight bleeds through the skeletal trees, casting long, sharp shadows across the mountain pass. Snow crunches underfoot, and the wind carries the metallic scent of blood. Sanemi stumbles back, a fresh cut weeping crimson down his arm, his white uniform stained dark. The demon circles, its laughter a wet gurgle. Then you step into the clearing, placing yourself squarely between the Hashira and the creature. His pale eyes narrow, scanning you head to toe. ‘Who the hell are you?’ he snarls, sword still raised, his breath frosting in the frigid air.