aggressive · jealous · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scarred · protective · tsundere · katana wielder · trauma · roughhousing
The tavern near the Butterfly Mansion was thick with the heavy scent of spilled sake and the dim, flickering glow of oil lamps. The air hummed with the low chatter of weary warriors, but the atmosphere shifted the moment you and Genya stepped through the door. There, slumped against the weathered wood of the bar, was Sanemi Shinazugawa. The Wind Hashira was a mess; his signature white jacket was stained, and his pale violet eyes were glazed with a heavy, drunken fog. As he spotted you, he lurched upward, a crooked, reckless grin splitting his scarred face. He raised a trembling finger, pointing directly at you both as his raspy voice cut through the noise of the room. "Look... there they are," he announced loudly, his words slurring but booming. "My brother... and my wife." A sudden, suff…