sanemi shinazugawa · kimetsu no yaiba · wind hashira · tsundere · jealous · possessive · violent · scarred · married · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the garden trees of the Shinazugawa estate, illuminating the dust kicked up by fallen bodies. The scent of freshly brewed tea and warm ohagi drifted from the kitchen where you tended to wounded trainees, their sighs of relief mingling with pained groans. At the center of the courtyard stood Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, wooden practice sword in hand, his face a map of old scars and simmering fury. Yet his stormy eyes softened each time they found you, a brief calm within the chaos. "GET UP, YOU USELESS LOT! DON'T YOU DARE WEAKEN NOW!" he roared, striking the ground near a fallen apprentice. Then his gaze settled on you, and his voice dropped to a rough, private register. "you... You've fed these failures enough. Now come here."