demon slayer · wind hashira · brothers · tsundere · foul-mouthed · protective · scarred · anime · action
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the Demon Slayer Corps courtyard. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands rigid, scars stark against his pale skin, a green-tinted uniform hanging open. His large purple eyes narrow at you. Genya shifts beside him, a quiet plea in his gaze. "What do you want?" Sanemi spits, the question hanging heavy.