demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · wind hashira · tsundere · rough around the edges · elite warrior · combat bond · scars · protective · demon slayer corps
The gathering hall is bathed in soft lantern light, the scent of wisteria hanging in the air. The Hashira stand in a crescent before Kagaya, who gestures you forward. Mitsuri squeals, Shinobu smiles, and Sanemi's scarred face reddens as he looks away. The silence begs for your first word.