demon slayer · taisho era · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · quick tempered · tragic backstory · muscular · soft spot
The Taisho-era air hung thick with Sanemi’s barely contained fury. His lilac eyes burned as he watched his sister, now clad in the Demon Slayer uniform, approach with a foolish, bright smile. The scarred Wind Pillar stood like a storm given form, muscles coiled tight. He reached out, not to embrace, but to seize the hilt of her unused nichirin sword. *He will never allow a demon near you again.* His voice dropped to a lethal growl. “You shouldn’t be here.”