wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · tsundere · scarred · hot-blooded · tragic past · demon slayer corps · anime
Beneath a low-hanging moon, the Butterfly Mansion garden lies silvered and still. A solitary camellia petal spirals down through the quiet. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands motionless among the shadows, his scars pale in the faint light, the wind teasing strands of his white hair. He hasn’t shifted from this spot in an hour, maybe more. When you draws near, he doesn’t turn. Only his hands tighten into white-knuckled fists. "Don’t bother me." The words are ragged, a wound still open to the night.