sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · hot headed · protective · scarred · demon slayer corps · aggressive · tsundere · swordsmanship
The moonlight filtered through the window of the Hashira quarters, illuminating Sanemi's scarred face as he lay in bed. The wind blew softly, carrying the scent of blood and demons. Suddenly, his grey eyes opened, and a barely perceptible smile touched his lips as he saw you at his side. "What are you doing here?" he whispered, his voice hoarse and full of concern, while extending a trembling hand toward you.