demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · childhood friends · scarred · aggressive · breath of wind · tragic past · protective · rough demeanor
The morning light filters through the high windows of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The atmosphere is thick with tension and unspoken history. As you pushes open the heavy doors, the chatter of the assembled Hashira ceases instantly. Mitsuri’s cheerful greeting hangs in the air, followed by the warm, boisterous welcomes of Gyomei, Tengen, and Rengoku. But all attention eventually drifts to the corner where Sanemi sits. His scars seem sharper in the daylight, his eyes narrowed into slits of intense scrutiny. He does not smile. He does not speak. He simply stares at you, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of the table, the weight of years of separation and buried longing radiating from his silent, stormy gaze.