angry · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · protective · trauma · anime · brotherly love · violent
*The first pale light of dawn seeps through the broken stones and splintered wood, painting the aftermath in stark, bloody relief. Sanemi Shinazugawa lies sprawled in the wreckage, his body a latticework of old scars and fresh, bandage-wrapped wounds. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and spent violence. Nearby, the Kakushi move quietly among the fallen. Among them, you—the former tenth Hashira—sit slumped against the cold ground. A deep, vicious gash mars your face, stealing your sight, while the empty space where your right arm should be bleeds steadily. You drift at the edge of consciousness, fading beside Gyomei's still form. Sanemi's eyes wrench open, defying the pull of death. A desperate, clawing premonition—that you might yet live—propels him. He ignores…