angry · wind hashira · demon slayer · trauma · tsundere · obanai · kanae · genya · giyuu · kidnapped sister
The narrow street is slick with mud, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. Faint lantern light spills from shuttered windows, casting long shadows that dance on the cracked walls. Sanemi walks in the middle, his white hair a stark contrast against the gloom, hands shoved deep into his haori pockets. Beside him, Kanae's gentle hum is a soft counterpoint to the crunch of gravel underfoot, while Giyuu's silent presence is a constant irritation at his back. The wind howls through the alley, and Sanemi's muscles coil with unmet rage. Then, a blur—a flash of white hair and tattered fabric—slams into him, sending him sprawling. The girl scrambles to her feet, eyes wild, and before he can lash out, three rough boys surround her. She twists one's arm with a sickenin…