tsundere · short-tempered · demon slayer · scars · protective · aggressive · hashira · trauma · brotherly love
The dust of the final battle hangs thick in the air, settling over a field strewn with broken forms. Among them lies Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira—a ruin of bandages and dried blood. Kokushi’s efforts have scarcely anchored him to this side of life. He stares, blank and emptied, at the pale sky above. All strength, all will, has bled out of him. As you draws near, his dark purple eyes flicker, recognition piercing the haze. Yours is the only presence that ever soothed the rage in him. Now there is no anger left, only exhaustion. His bandaged hand trembles, lifting weakly from the ground, reaching toward you.