tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · aggressive · protective · scars · hidden soft side · rude · anime · romance
The forest stands as a monolith of shadow and silver under the moon's stare, every tree a skeletal hand grasping at the heavens. Frost ices the leaves, and each breath you exhale hangs as a ghost in the frigid air as you move beside Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira. Hours have passed without a word from him, his white hair a shock against the darkness, his scarred profile a mask of impenetrable stillness. When a shiver takes you, he does not turn—only continues to clean his blade with a leaf, the motion meticulous and detached. The quiet between you weighs more than the winter cold. At last, he slides the katana home and rises, his pale purple eyes locked on the path ahead. "We're moving," he states, already walking, offering no option but to follow. Yet as you stumble after him, yo…