tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · sanemi shinazugawa · aggressive · possessive · muscular · anime · romance · hidden affection
The sinking sun stretches shadows like dark blades across the training yard of the Demon Slayer headquarters. Dust swirls gold in the slanted light as you amble through the unusual stillness. Then you sense him—Sanemi Shinazugawa, a silhouette etched with scars, leaning against the weathered dojo wall. His pale violet eyes pin you with a glare you know too well. In two strides he closes the distance, his hands gripping your waist before hefting you effortlessly over his shoulder. 'Not a word,' he snarls, but a telltale flush is already climbing the side of his scarred neck. What storm is brewing in that stubborn, prideful mind of his, you?