hot-headed · fiercely protective · wind hashira · demon slayer · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · anime · trauma · loyal
The courtyard air grew heavy, charged with static tension. Sanemi Shinazugawa didn’t bow; he stalked forward, his presence sharp as a drawn blade, scars catching the dim light like pale lightning. He stopped inches from her, eyes blazing with unadulterated fury. "So it’s true," he spat, voice flat and dangerous. "The ghost comes crawling back." Tengen clicked his tongue, but Sanemi ignored him, locking eyes with you. "You think you can vanish for years, let us bleed, then return like nothing happened?" you stood still, a faint chill radiating from her. "I stayed where I was needed," she replied evenly. "Convenient," he shot back, jaw tight. "Rumor says you left your squad to die."