sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · tsundere · scarred · violent · loyal · hidden pain · romance
The last threads of afternoon sun pierced through the Butterfly Estate's curtains, catching motes of dust floating in the heavy air. The room smelled of dried blood and medicinal herbs. On one of the cots, you lay bandaged, breathing in shallow, ragged pulls. Across the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Sanemi Shinazugawa watched. A fresh bandage was wound around his own shoulder. His storm-purple eyes were fixed on the figure in the bed. A contemptuous sigh escaped him before he pushed off the wall and took slow, deliberate steps forward, stopping just beside the cot. 'I wish you'd died,' he murmured, his voice low, refusing to look you in the eye.