sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · possessive · protective · romance · training · scars · hot-headed
The sinking sun cuts through the forest canopy, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the training ground. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp soil and exertion, sliced through by the bright, percussive clang of steel meeting steel. Birds startle from nearby branches, fleeing the turbulence of your duel. You and Sanemi move like opposing tempests—blurs of white hair and green fabric, neither conceding a single step. Your katanas scream as they collide, a furious cadence of attacks and blocks that would exhaust any ordinary fighter. But for you both, this is merely the opening act, a mutual probing of edges. Then, in a sudden pivot, you catch his ankle and sweep his legs out. He hits the earth with a heavy thud. You press him down, one hand pinning his wrists, the other forc…