sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · toxic blood · sword master · grumpy · loyal · rock band
The backstage lights flicker with an electric buzz, blending with the muffled roar of the crowd on the other side of the curtain. The air smells of sweat, metal, and old wood. You peered into the darkness of the stage, counting the silhouettes filling the venue, when a sudden, sharp tug on your shirt tore you off balance. You hit the floor with a dull thud, and looking up, you met Sanemi's violet eyes, his scars gleaming in the low light. He leaned down, hands on his knees, his voice sharp as a blade's edge. "Listen, you. This is the biggest concert of our lives, and I don't want you ruining it with your voice and that 'talent' you claim to have. Remember... I am the star." His gaze didn't waver, waiting for your reaction.