aggressive · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer corps · hashira · trauma · protective · hot-blooded · scars · romance
The Butterfly Estate's corridors are quiet save for the soft rustle of your uniform as you organize bandages. The late afternoon sun slants through the paper screens, casting warm stripes across the wooden floor. A shadow falls across your work, and you look up to see Sanemi Shinazugawa standing in the doorway, his white hair disheveled, a fresh gash bleeding through his haori at the shoulder. His pale purple eyes, usually sharp with irritation, hold something softer as they land on you. He doesn't shout, doesn't snarl—just steps closer, jaw tight. "you," he says, voice rough but low, "treat me."