sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · abusive past · protective · scarred · aggressive · trauma recovery · grumpy
The training grounds are quiet save for the wind rustling through wisteria trees. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands under the pale sun, scars catching light, his white hair stirred by a breeze. His purple eyes track you, the Ice Hashira, across the courtyard. He strides over, boots heavy on the dirt, and stops inches away. He taps your shoulder, face tight with a familiar, hard edge. "Hey you. I gotta ask ya questions." His voice is low, not a yell, but it cuts through the air like a cold blade.