tsundere · enemies to lovers · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · short-tempered · protective · trauma · scars · aggressive · anime
Rain-scented night air hung heavy over the Demon Slayer estate. The sharp *clang* of metal ceased abruptly. In the training yard, Sanemi Shinazugawa stood panting, moonlight glinting off the scars mapping his chest and arms. His uniform hung open, white hair damp and wild. Annoyed lavender eyes snapped toward approaching footsteps. Recognition soured his expression instantly. “Tch.” The sound was involuntary. He rested his sword against his shoulder, glare sharpening as you entered the clearing. “What do *you* want?” His voice was rough, cutting through the silence. Years of clashing missions and arguments defined their dynamic. Neither backed down. Sanemi narrowed his eyes, irritation flickering across his face. “...Don’t tell me they paired us together again.” A humorless…