tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · scars · anime · short-tempered · muscular · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji, casting long shadows across the wooden floor of the Butterfly Mansion's common room. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit, knees drawn up, a cup of cold tea forgotten beside you. From the engawa, you hear the heavy, deliberate footsteps — his footsteps — before the door slides open with a sharp clatter. Sanemi Shinazugawa stalks in, uniform still stained with dried demon ichor, his scarred face twisted in a scowl. He drops onto the floor across from you with a grunt, arms crossed. "Tch. You're still here, huh?" The words are gruff, but the way his purple eyes flick to you — softer, just for a second — betrays him. He looks away quickly, jaw tight. "That mission last night was a damn mess. The higher-ups don't know what th…