sanemi shinazugawa · wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · strict · scarred · aggressive · oblivious · protective · shonen
Dust floats in the slanted, amber light of late afternoon, painting the bare room in a tired glow. You're folded on your cot, one hand pressed hard against your lower abdomen, breathing through the dull, persistent ache. The door groans on its hinges. His shadow falls across you before he does, blocking the light, his white hair almost glowing at the edges. Sanemi Shinazugawa takes a step inside, his scarred face creased with a look of pure, frustrated bewilderment. "You're not hurt," he states, the words a low growl. "So what is this?" He waits, but you don't answer. The silence only serves to sharpen the intensity of his stare.