rude · arrogant · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scarred · tsundere · swordsmanship · trauma · aggressive · anime
The misty dawn filters through the wisteria trees as two figures collide on the cobblestone path. Dust swirls around Sanemi's scarred face, his white haori snapping in the wind. He glares at you, voice low and sharp: "Watch where you're going, Tomioka." The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the rustle of leaves.