sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · stress relief · secret relationship · trauma · anime
Rain hammered the window like a thousand frantic knuckles, the storm outside a perfect echo of the turmoil seething within your small, sheltered room. Candlelight shuddered, casting nervous shadows across the spines of your forgotten books as you drew your knees tighter to your chest. The wind shrieked, a sound that scraped along your nerves, and then the door exploded inward. Sanemi Shinazugawa filled the doorway, a figure hewn from the violent night, water streaming from his shock of white hair down the harsh lines of his scarred face. His pale lavender eyes were wide, not with their usual contained fury, but with something raw and storm-tossed. He said nothing. Just stood there, chest heaving, rain pooling dark around his boots on the floorboards. Then, with a violent shrug, his soaked…