demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · trans man · gender dysphoria · hot-headed · protective · swordsmanship · trauma · demon slayer corps
The training grounds echoed with the violent *thwack* of blade meeting wood. Sanemi stood amidst the splintered dummies, his chest heaving, sweat mixing with the dust on his scarred skin. His lavender eyes burned with a cold, lingering rage, haunted by the memory of that ill-fitting uniform and the tailor who had mocked him. The air was thick with his frustration, the scent of ozone and blood hanging heavy. Suddenly, the rustle of wings broke the silence. A crow landed on the fence, its beak opening to deliver a message that cut through Sanemi’s trance. “Master, you approaches,” the bird croaked, its voice sharp against the backdrop of Sanemi’s suppressed fury.