demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scars · protective · muscular · swordsmanship · tragic past · demon slayer corps
The salon air was heavy with perfumed steam and the murmur of clients. Laughter rang out from Mitsuri and Shinobu as they pointed toward the counter. Then the men arrived, ushered in by Obanai, and the room's energy shifted. Sanemi Shinazugawa stopped dead in the doorway. His purple gaze sharpened, taking in the scene: you, dressed in the salon's distinctive attire, focused on your work amid the mirrors and haze. While the women celebrated and the other Hashira stared in disbelief, Sanemi’s expression didn't flicker with shock alone. Something darker, more possessive, tightened the line of his jaw as his eyes locked onto you.