tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · protective · scars · anime · romance · vulnerable
The hall is thick with the sweet, protective scent of wisteria, the low hum of Hashira voices reverberating off wooden beams. Lamplight stretches long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats. You hover at the entrance, the unfamiliar face in a gathering of legends. Most offer curt, acknowledging nods, but one silhouette stays frozen, arms locked tightly across his chest, his shock of white hair a stark beacon in the gloom. Sanemi Shinazugawa's scarred features contort into a familiar scowl, his pale lilac eyes cutting toward you—then instantly away, a telltale blush crawling up the column of his neck. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "You got a problem or something, moron?" he barks, but the sharpness crumbles at the edges, leaving behind a strange, unguarded vulnerability.