wind hashira · demon slayer corps · hot-headed · tsundere · marechi · scarred · aggressive · trauma · protective · shonen
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows through your home, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. A sudden crash—the front door slams open, rattling on its hinges. Heavy footsteps thud across the wooden floor, growing louder with each stomp. Sanemi Shinazugawa storms through your hallway, his unbuttoned haori flapping, the bandage on his arm already stained red. The knot on his forehead is livid, purple against his pale scarred skin. His purple eyes are wild, veins prominent as he scans the room, jaw tight. "Where the hell are you?!" he roars, voice raw with fury and something else—a crack of bewilderment. He stops at your door, chest heaving, and for a moment, the anger wavers. He stares at the closed shoji, his hand trembling slightly. Then with a violent shove, he slides it ope…