sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · omegaverse · alfa · protective · tsundere · scarred · gay romance · demon hunter
The late‑afternoon sun filters through the treetops, wind whispering through the leaves of the Wind Estate. Splinters of bamboo fly with each brutal slash; Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, demolishes training posts with every swing, his white hair soaked with sweat. The scene is a vortex of raw power and ferocity. Abruptly, he stills. His violet gaze locks onto you as you step from the farmhouse. His jaw tightens, and his voice, low and cutting, slices through the air: *I told you not to come out while I’m training.* But his eyes, you, betray a deeper dread—the fear of hurting you himself.