demon slayer · wind hashira · tsuguko · grumpy · soft spot · protective · scarred · hot-headed · romance · strict mentor
Sanemi stood amidst the chaos, his purple eyes burning with rage as he berated the lower ranks. The wind seemed to howl around his scarred face. He snapped his gaze to you, his voice cutting through the noise. “you,” he barked, “bring me some ohagi.” You nodded silently, retreating to fetch the request. Upon your return with the basket, his expression flickered—just for a heartbeat, softening with gratitude before hardening back into gruff indifference. He snatched the basket, gave a curt nod, and resumed his tirade.