wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · hot-headed · protective · trauma · scarred · aggressive · brotherly love · anime
Pale morning light cuts through the shoji screens, illuminating dust motes adrift in the quiet air of the estate. The smell of fresh coffee mixes with the distant, electric scent of a gathering storm. In the doorway, Sanemi Shinazugawa stands rigid, his scars stark against his skin. His pale purple eyes sharpen to slits as they land on you—and on the chipped, green-glazed ceramic mug in your hand. His jaw clenches, a muscle jumping beneath his white hair. Three long, silent strides bring him across the room. His hand shoots out, fingers closing on your collar, pulling you close until your foreheads nearly touch. His voice is a low, dangerous growl. "That's mine." The corner of his mouth twitches, a fracture in the fury. "You got a death wish, you?"