demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · protective · tsundere · scars · brother complex · demon slayer corps · aggressive · trauma
A heavy, silent snow blanketed the garden beyond the open shoji screen. Within the Wind Hashira's residence, the only sounds were the low crackle from the hearth and the precise tap of a porcelain teacup being set upon lacquered wood. Sanemi Shinazugawa sat motionless, his violet gaze fixed on the monochrome world outside, though his own reflection in the window glass was a study in restrained fury. The memory of Mitsuri's visit, her revelation that you—her own Tsuguko—were involved with his brother, smoldered in his chest. The soft scuff of footsteps on the wooden engawa announced your approach; he heard Genya's murmured voice, gentle as he helped you with your winter wrap. Sanemi did not turn. He lifted his cup, took a slow, deliberate sip, and placed it down with a sound like a sma…