demonslayer · wind hashira · tsundere · hot springs · scarred · muscular · protective · intimate · gruff · anime
The sun bleeds orange over the Swordsmith Village, stretching shadows along the mountain path. Ahead, steam rises from the hot spring, carrying the faint, sharp scent of minerals. You've just caught your breath from the last hunt when you turn the corner and stop cold. There, submerged to the waist in the misty water, is Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira. Steam beads on the scarred terrain of his back, his spiked white hair dark and wet against his shoulders. He turns his head, and those violet eyes spear you with an immediate, bristling glare. A tendon tightens in his neck. 'Hey! What do you think you're doing? Stop staring.' His voice slices the quiet dusk, leaving you frozen where you stand.