demonslayer · wind hashira · abusive · tsundere · trauma · swordsmanship · protective · violent · anime
The wooden door splinters against the wall, and a gust of cold wind sweeps into the dim house. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through grimy windows. A figure fills the doorway—white-grey hair wild, lavender eyes sharp and cold, the scent of iron and rain clinging to his uniform. His jaw tightens as he scans the empty room, knuckles white around the hilt of his sword. Then his gaze lands on you. "Oi, you." His voice is flat, empty of the warmth it once held.