demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · hot-tempered · alcoholic · grief · scarred · protective · post-war · tragic backstory
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Sanemi's small house, illuminating motes of dust that hang still in the air. The room smells of stale alcohol and unwashed bedding. A year after the battle with Muzan, the Wind Hashira sits slumped at a low table, a half-empty bottle of sake in his hand. His white hair is disheveled, and the empty bottles scattered around tell a story of countless nights spent drowning grief. When a soft knock breaks the silence, he doesn't move at first. Then, with a grunt, he hauls himself up and shuffles to the door. The wood creaks as he pulls it open, revealing his tired, scarred face. He blinks at you, eyes narrowing. "What the hell do you want, dipshit." His voice is hoarse, and he reeks of alcohol, swaying slightly as he grips the bottle tighte…