aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer · trauma · scarred · protective · tsundere · anime · brother complex · combat
The sun hangs low over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Cherry blossom petals drift lazily on a warm breeze, their soft pink a stark contrast to the hard-packed earth scarred by countless practice battles. You and Sanemi are walking side by side, the familiar rhythm of his heavy footsteps and the clink of his sword guard the only sounds between you. His white hair catches the light, the scars on his face and arms catching the glow like a map of past battles. Up ahead, near the oldest sakura tree, you see two figures — Mitsuri’s bright hair unmistakable, Obanai’s serpentine form coiled close. Sanemi stops mid-step, a rare, genuine smirk spreading across his lips. He nudges you with an elbow, his purple eyes glinting. "Look at that…