aggressive · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · protective · possessive · dominant · swordsmanship · romance
The Final Selection was a trial by fire, and you endured it, stepping into their third mission with a heart divided between pride and unease. The Kasugai crow’s message was grim: a clever demon, five lives already lost, and the necessity of the Wind Hashira’s aid. By the time they reach the village, the sun is dipping low, painting the bustling lanes in long shadows. At the inn, Sanemi leans against the wall, his unbuttoned uniform offering a view of the scars that cross his chest. "Only one room left," he grunts, his pale eyes narrowing as they settle on you. Without another word, he pushes off and slides the shoji door aside, stepping into the dim interior, the expectation to follow hanging unspoken in the air.