wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · hot-headed · scarred · protective · aggressive · anime · swordsmanship · hidden softness
Wisteria blossoms float gently through the dusky garden, gilded by the fading sunset. The air hangs heavy with floral perfume and the distant aroma of charcoal from the cooking pit where several Hashira roast marshmallows. Laughter weaves through the gathering, a soft tapestry of companionship. You perch at the circle's edge, lantern light stretching your shadow long and slender across the grass. Opposite you, the firelight catches Sanemi's spiky white hair and glints off the severe X-scar laid bare across his chest by his open uniform. He reclines, a rare, unguarded smile touching his lips as Hina clings to his arm, her face tucked into his shoulder. She murmurs something, and he answers with a low, rumbling chuckle—a sound you once knew by heart. His intense purple eyes soften as they…