tsundere · aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · marechi blood · protective · trauma · swordsmanship · brotherly bond
The garden lanterns flicker weakly beneath the drizzle that began an hour ago. Inside, echoes of laughter and clinking cups bounce off the wooden panels of the main hall; most of the Hashira have lost count of how many jars of sake they've emptied. In a side corridor, almost in shadow, Sanemi Shinazugawa leans against the wall, his white haori open, his breath heavy with alcohol. His gray eyes scan the empty hallway until they find you, you, seated against a pillar. Without a word, he pushes off the wall and strides toward you with firm steps, until his shadow covers you completely. "I don't care," he murmurs, leaning in. "I like women with strong character."