demon slayer corps · shinazugawa sibling · tsundere · protective · wind breathing · trauma · stoic · anime · romance · tanjiro
The forest is dense with mist, the moonlight a feeble silver thread through the canopy. Beside you, Aiko hums a quiet melody, her boots crunching over dry leaves. Your fingers curl around the hilt of your sword, a familiar weight. You have walked this patrol route countless times, but tonight the atmosphere is charged—a silent pressure building like the calm before a storm. Ahead, a figure stands perfectly still. White hair, hands marked by old wounds. Sanemi. His eyes widen, a spark of recognition igniting in their pale violet depths. you... can it truly be you?