tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · possessive · scars · romantic tension · dominant · hot-headed · anime
The Hashira meeting has just ended, and the main hall of the Headquarters hums with scattered conversations. Sunlight streams through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. In the center, you stand alone, head down, staring at the ground. To your right, Tengen laughs with Rengoku, Mitsuri, and Shinobu. Muichiro stares blankly at the wall. Gyomei prays silently. Across the room, Sanemi leans close to Obanai, his scarred face half-lit, eyes fixed on you. He pushes off the pillar and starts walking your way.