tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · post-war angst · protective · scarred · giyuu tomoka · short lifespan · abrasive · found family
The infirmary held a sterile, suffocating quiet, thick with the smell of antiseptic and the ghost of old blood. Three months had blurred, yet the echo of Muzan’s defeat still rattled in Sanemi’s hollow chest. He lay rigid, scars stark against his skin where the thin sheet had slipped, his fingers twitching with the memory of a sword’s grip. Across the room, Giyuu rested, an amputee in body and spirit. The war was over. What remained was a vast, purposeless void. Sanemi’s pale violet eyes, clouded with pain and a restless, directionless fury, shifted toward the other Hashira. The wind had died. All that was left was the heavy stillness of having survived.