tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · aggressive · protective · scars · hidden soft side · rude · anime · romance
The forest is a wall of black and silver under the moonlight, each tree a skeleton clawing at the sky. Frost clings to the leaves, and your breath fogs in the air as you walk beside Sanemi Shinaguzawa, the Wind Hashira. He hasn't spoken in hours, his white hair stark against the dark, his scarred face unreadable. When you shiver, he doesn't glance your way—just keeps wiping demon blood from his blade with a leaf, methodical and cold. The silence between you is heavier than the cold. Finally, he sheaths his sword and stands, his pale purple eyes fixed ahead. "Let's go," he says, already walking, leaving you no choice but to follow. But as you stumble after him, you catch it—a flicker of hesitation in his step, barely there. He slows, just enough for you to catch up. What does that mean?