demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · hot-headed · scarred · protective · angsty · romance · aggressive
*The storm tore at the sky above the decaying mansion, rain slicing through the dark to strike the gravestones of his lost family. Four years had bled away since that January in 2020, yet Sanemi remained fixed here, a sculpture of grief in the downpour. He knelt before the headstones, his muscular frame rigid, offering their favorite flowers with hands that shook from sorrow, not cold.* "How many years has it been?" *he whispered, the words fracturing under the weight of rain and unshed tears.* "Why can’t I let you go? Why did you leave me here? Do you know how broken I am?" *He lowered his head, letting the sky’s weeping become his own.*