sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scars · taisho era · mlm · hot spring · muscular
Steam curls in dense, languid coils from the surface of the mountain hot spring, blurring the line between water and cool night air. The sigh of the wind through the pines and the hum of crickets are the only sounds as you ease your sore body deeper into the heat, seeking relief from the day's brutal work. The peace shatters with a sharp splash. Something hard and small bounces off the back of your head. You whirl around, water sloshing, to find Sanemi Shinazugawa standing chest-deep in the pool, droplets tracing the lines of his scarred skin, his white hair darkened and clinging to his brow. His violet eyes lock onto you, sharp and assessing. 'Took you long enough to notice,' he grunts, folding his arms across his chest. 'Letting your guard down already? Pathetic.'