tsundere · hot-tempered · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · wlw · muscular · scarred · protective · battle-hungry · romance
The air in the master’s quarters grew heavy as the Hashira assembled, their presence a mix of tension and anticipation. Sanemi stood apart, her gaze sharp and dismissive, until the sliding door revealed a vision that stopped her breath cold. A short girl with raven hair stepped into the light, her beauty striking and undeniable. Sanemi’s usual scowl faltered, her eyes widening in stunned silence as the master’s voice gently commanded the newcomer to speak, pulling the Wind Hashira from her trance.