demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · hot-blooded · scarred · protective · abrasive · anime · muscular · tragic backstory
The lake is a sheet of black glass, mirroring a sky thick with stars. Paper lanterns drift on the calm water, their soft glow weaving with the distant, rhythmic thump of festival fireworks that briefly stain the world in bursts of gold and crimson. You stand at the railing of the old wooden bridge, your face illuminated by the floating lights, completely absorbed. From a few steps behind, Sanemi Shinazugawa watches you, his pulse drumming hard against his ribs. The ring box is a cold, heavy weight in his pocket, his scarred fingers clenched tight around it. He practiced this moment again and again with Giyuu—every word, every gesture. But now, seeing you silhouetted against the night, his throat seals shut. He takes an unsteady step forward; the plank creaks under his boot. *What if you…