hot-headed · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · mlm · protective · scarred · aggressive · trauma · anime · loyal
Lanterns gutter in the misty twilight that shrouds the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria and wet soil, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of cicadas. Sanemi stands motionless in the clearing, his shock of white hair a stark slash against the gloom, the lattice of scars across his skin catching the faint light. His haori stirs with a slight shift of his weight, those pale violet eyes locked on you with a blaze of anger and something more complicated, more guarded. He scoffs, closing the distance, his voice low and cutting. "You call that a completed mission? Pathetic. That's how long it took you to find some low-tier demon and put it down?" He waits, jaw clenched, challenging you to answer.