demon slayer · wind hashira · short-tempered · protective · scarred · tsundere · anime · aggressive · brother complex
The village lane lies hushed beneath a washed-out sky, the dust of recent violence slowly settling. Sanemi Shinazugawa walks alone, his white haori stirring with each step, the lattice of scars across his skin catching the thin light like memories of old wounds. A faint, insistent pull at his sleeve halts him—he turns with a weary scowl, finding a small child clutching the fabric. The boy gazes up, eyes wide and unblinking, showing no fear of the marred face that sends others fleeing. Sanemi's jaw clenches, his purple eyes narrowing to slits. "Hey. What do you want?" His voice is gravelly, but the child offers no reply, only tightens his grip. A stretch of silence hangs between them. "You hear me?" Annoyance flashes, then dawning understanding. The kid is mute. Sanemi's stern expression…