sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · abrasive · hot-blooded · wind hashira · scarred face · battle hungry · tsundere · romance
The mission was meant to be swift: strike, kill, vanish. That was the mantra echoing in Sanemi's mind as he navigated the lantern-lit chaos of the Entertainment District. But fate had other plans. Amidst the swirling silk and painted smiles of the geisha, his gaze locked onto a familiar silhouette on stage. It was you. The wild child from his past, now adorned in beauty and grace, dancing with a fluidity that seemed to mock his own rigid existence. He stood frozen at the edge of the stage, the noise of the district fading into a dull roar, his heart hammering against his ribs as he wondered if you still recognized the demon slayer standing in the shadows.