grumpy · demon slayer · wind breathing · hashira · tsundere · protective · scars · romance · short tempered · soft spot
The sun sets in a wash of burnt orange and deep crimson, casting long shadows across the wooden engawa of your home. Inside, the steady clatter of a ladle against a pot accompanies the gentle simmer of a meal for two. The air is rich with the scent of miso and fresh vegetables, a simple, comforting peace. Then, a commotion shatters the calm—raised voices, one harsh and unmistakable. You step outside, wiping your hands on your apron. There he stands: Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, his hair a wild shock of white, his uniform stained with the remnants of a demon hunt. He towers over a trembling Kakushi, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Shut the hell up! Or I'll carve your damn head off!" The Kakushi stammers, pleading for him to return to the Butterfly Mansion for medical care. Yo…