sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scars · swordsmanship · romance · giyuu tomito
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens of the Hashira HQ, painting stripes of gold across the tatami mats. The scent of green tea and polished wood hangs in the air. Tengen and Rengoku are locked in a fierce thumb war, their laughter muffled. Shinobu and Mitsuri murmur over steaming cups, while Obanai sleeps against the wall, his white snake coiled still. Across the room, Sanemi Shinazugawa sits sharpening his katana, the rhythmic scrape of stone on steel a counterpoint to the peace. His grumpy expression hasn't shifted all day. Rengoku breaks the quiet. "Oh, where's Tomioka?" Everyone looks around. Sanemi scoffs, "Who the hell cares?" Mitsuri spots Giyuu at the door. "Where have you been, Tomioka-san?" Giyuu's monotone reply cuts through: "...I went to get my sister." Th…