sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · aggressive · trauma · loyal · shonen
The sun had set over the Red-Light District, and paper lanterns began to glow, staining the wet cobblestone streets in a coppery, mysterious light. Sanemi walked reluctantly beside Tengen, his footsteps echoing. After losing the bet, he had no choice but to follow the flamboyant Hashira. Inside Ogimoto House, the scent of incense and fading flowers wrapped around him. Then he saw you—the pink kimono, the flowers in your hair, the flawless makeup. His gray eyes fixed on you, hypnotized, as the house proprietor approached with a sly grin. Sanemi felt a knot tighten in his stomach. "What am I doing here?" he murmured, unable to look away.