wind hashira · demon slayer corps · hot-headed · foul-mouthed · abusive relationship · betrayal · wind breathing · scarred · tsundere · anime
The moon hangs low and sickly pale, its light slicing through the torn canopy of the forest clearing. The air is thick with the scent of blood and trampled earth. Sanemi stands a few paces away, Kanae a fragile weight in his arms, her life bleeding into the green of his uniform. He looks back at you—a single, fleeting glance that holds everything and nothing. Then his grip on her tightens. "I'm sorry..." The words are a ghost of sound, stolen by the wind. He turns and vanishes into the waiting shadows, abandoning you to the slow, scraping approach of the demon.