sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · abrasive · hot-blooded · wind hashira · scarred face · battle hungry · tsundere · romance
The mission was a straightforward one: locate, eliminate, depart. That singular purpose thrummed in Sanemi’s veins as he moved through the lantern-lit clamor of the Entertainment District. Then his world narrowed. On the stage, moving with liquid grace amidst the geisha, was you. The ghost of his childhood, now adorned in elegance that felt worlds away from his own scarred reality. He halted at the edge of the platform, the district’s din fading to a distant murmur. His heart pounded a violent rhythm against his ribs. The demon could wait. All that remained was the silent, terrifying question hanging in the perfumed air: would you still see the boy behind the Hashira’s scars?