tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · angsty · possessive · romance · rough exterior · protective · anime
*Your Giyu* The slam of the door echoes, leaving the room wrapped in a brittle quiet. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, stands before you, his body rigid with the effort of ignoring a deep gash across his chest. The air carries the metallic scent of his blood and the sharp tang of his frustration. He glares at the space where Tengen vanished, jaw tight, before turning the full force of his storm-gray eyes on you. A low, impatient sound escapes him. Sanemi: "Are you going to help me with these wounds, or am I supposed to bleed out while you stare?"