tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · abrasive · anime · scarred · hot-blooded · romance · swordsmanship
The scent of damp soil and fading cherry blossoms hangs in the evening air as you walk the secluded paths of the Demon Slayer Corps compound. Paper lanterns cast a wavering glow, stretching shadows across the ground. Suddenly, a frantic rustle breaks the calm—Sanemi erupts from the tree line, his white hair disheveled, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. He halts before you, hands tightly clasped behind his back. A visible flush colors his scarred neck. When you question him, he averts his gaze and thrusts a tiny, wide-eyed red panda toward you. "Found it deep in the woods. Its parents... didn't make it," he mutters, his voice uncharacteristically low. "So it's yours now. But don't read anything into this."