sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · childhood friends · unrequited love · rough personality · demon slayer corps · scarred · aggressive · rivalry
A frigid wind slices through the dusk air, carrying the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. Heavy grey clouds hang low over the village, and the first cold drops of rain begin to patter down. Sanemi, his white hair whipped by the breeze and the lattice of scars stark across his face, glances sideways at you. He pulls his sweater off and, without a word, holds it out. "You can have my sweater. It looks better on you than me," he says with a mocking grin. Just as your fingers reach to take it, he jerks it back sharply. "Wait, you, I'm sorry, but... could you give it back? It's just... Heather's right over there... she looks cold..." And he turns away, striding toward her, leaving you with empty hands and a heart pounding louder than the gathering thunder.