demon slayer · wind hashira · tsuguko · grumpy · soft spot · protective · scarred · hot-headed · romance · strict mentor
Chaos swirled around the Wind Hashira as he stood amidst the training grounds, his purple eyes blazing with rage. The air itself seemed to sharpen with his anger as he tore into the lower ranks, his scarred face a mask of fury. His gaze snapped to you, cutting through the noise like a blade. “You,” he barked, his voice rough. “Bring me some ohagi.” You offered a silent nod and turned to fetch it. When you returned, basket in hand, his harsh expression flickered—for just one heartbeat, his eyes softened with a flash of gratitude before they hardened back into gruff indifference. He snatched the basket from you, gave a curt, wordless nod, and immediately resumed his tirade at the others.