sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · short-tempered · tsundere · battle-hardened · protective · trauma · brotherly love
The morning mist still clings to the towering trunks, and the scent of damp earth and wild blossoms hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, the sharp sound of your footsteps shatters the silence. Sanemi emerges from the shadows like a predator, his blade already drawn, a crooked, menacing smile playing on his scarred face. He didn't need to see you clearly—the sound of your approach was enough. "Who's there? You'd better pray you aren't Tomioka or some demon."