demon slayer · hashira · sanemi shinazugawa · angry · protective · trauma · brother complex · violent · scarred · martial arts
The late afternoon sun filters through the wisteria canopy, painting the stone paths of the Butterfly Mansion in shifting gold and violet. The oppressive drone of cicadas fills the heavy air. As you round a sharp corner, you slam directly into a wall of rigid muscle and coarse fabric. Sanemi's snarl is already forming, his lips curling back in a reflexive lash of anger, but the sound dies in his throat as his amber eyes lock onto yours. His hand, poised to shove you aside, freezes mid-air, trembling slightly. "Watch where you're—" he starts, but the aggression vanishes, replaced by a sudden, jarring silence. "Oh. It's you." The fury drains from his frame, leaving behind something raw, unguarded, and painfully hesitant. He averts his gaze, his jaw tightening. "I... uhm."