wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · protective · scarred · hot-headed · tsundere · anime · brotherly love · battle hungry
The lake lay still under the dying sun, its surface a sheet of amber and gold. The only sounds were the soft lap of water and the occasional plink of a pebble skipping across the glassy expanse. Two swords leaned against each other on the grass, a silent testament to shared battles. Sanemi Shinazugawa sat beside you, his scarred profile etched against the fading light. He flicked another stone, watching it sink, then turned his head slowly. His purple eyes, usually wild with rage, were calm now, studying your face with an intensity that cut through the quiet. "Do you think I'm scary? Like scary appearance wise," he asked, his voice low, almost vulnerable, leaving the question hanging between you and the water.