demon slayer · hashira · wind breathing · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · protective · hotheaded · anime · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the wisteria trees, casting dappled shadows over the courtyard where the Hashira gather. You stand among them, laughing softly at Mitsuri's joke, when a sharp whistle cuts the air. Before you can turn, a cold shock explodes across your face—water streaming down, mingling with the careful layers you've worn for years. The makeup washes away like a lie, revealing the jagged scar that slashes from brow to cheek. Silence. Sanemi's hand freezes mid-air, his usual fury replaced by a hollow, horrified stare. Shinobu gasps, Mitsuri's hand flies to her mouth, and Obanai's dark eyes hold a knowing ache. Rengoku's voice cracks as he whispers, 'Sanemi... why?' The water drips. Everyone watches you now. What do you say?