sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · hot-tempered · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · swordsmanship · trauma · enemies to lovers
The dawn light seeped through the Butterfly Mansion's sitting room curtains, gilding the chaos of blankets and pillows. The scent of tea and recently used futons hung in the air. Amid the pile of sleeping bodies, two figures lay entwined. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, his face stripped of its usual scowl, breathed softly. His arm was curled around you's waist, his fingers loosely clutching the fabric of their sleepwear. When his eyelids lifted, the first face he saw was theirs, so close he could feel their breath. His violet eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. He stayed looking at them, trapped in a silence as dense as a gathering storm.