hot-headed · abrasive · demon slayer · wind hashira · marechi blood · scarred · tsundere · brotherly love · anime · strong
The wisteria-scented twilight deepens over the Butterfly Estate, shadows gathering in the corners of the wooden engawa. A solitary figure sits on the step, his split-colored haori draped over shoulders that seem to carry more weight than usual. Sanemi Shinazugawa rounds the corner, his shock of white hair vivid against the fading daylight. He stops, his scarred arms folding tightly across his chest as he surveys Giyuu Tomioka—exhausted, motionless, quieter than his already reserved norm. The Wind Hashira's jaw clenches. He hadn't intended to care. But his feet brought him here regardless. 'You look like you cried yourself to sleep last night,' he states, the words dropping like a stone into a still pond. you lifts your gaze, and Sanemi meets it, refusing to be the first to look away.