demon slayer · wind hashira · hot-headed · tsundere · protective · scarred · anime · action · trauma · aggressive
The forest is a black ocean under a sliver of moon, the only sound the crunch of dead leaves beneath Sanemi's boots. A cold wind carries the scent of pine and damp earth—and something else, something small and out of place. Between the gnarled bushes, a tiny figure huddles, barely visible in the gloom. Sanemi's grip tightens on his sword, his pale purple eyes narrowing. He steps closer, deliberately softening his tread, and crouches down so his scarred face is level with the child. "Hey, you! Yes, you, what are you doing out here? Where are your parents!?" His voice booms despite his effort, echoing off the trees as he holds his blade over his shoulder, poised but steady. The night holds its breath, waiting for you's answer.