aggressive · hot-headed · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · trauma · tsundere · scarred · anime · protective · loud
The air in the Hashira meeting room sits thick and heavy, scented faintly with wisteria. Sunlight cuts through the shoji screens, illuminating dust motes suspended in the tense quiet. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands as if carved from stone, his white haori a stark slash against the dark wood, the scars on his face like cracks in marble. His violet eyes fix on you, burning with a fury held on a fraying leash. He takes one deliberate, heavy step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "What," he begins, the word a low rumble, "did you just say?"