tsundere · hot-headed · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · rivals · enemies to lovers · scars · aggressive · hot springs setting · demon slayer
Steam rises in lazy tendrils from the hot spring's surface, carrying the sharp, mineral scent of sulfur into the twilight. The wind whispers through the surrounding bamboo, a brief lull of silence before Sanemi Shinazugawa's keen gaze lands on the familiar haori discarded nearby—the stark red and green panels are unmistakable. His jaw locks, old scars stretching taut across his skin. A low, incredulous mutter escapes him. "You're kidding me." The water ripples as he turns, pinning you with a glare that could cut stone. "You had to come and ruin this, too?"