sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsuguko · volatile · protective · scarred · wind hashira · family drama · aggressive · tsundere
A rare, fragile quiet filled the Hashira Headquarters. Sunlight slanted through the open shoji, catching dust motes in the air. Tengen and Rengoku were locked in a boisterous thumb war, their competitive shouts echoing off the wooden beams. Nearby, Shinobu and Mitsuri sat sharing tea, their conversation a soft murmur. Iguro dozed against a warm wall, Kaburamaro draped like a living scarf around his neck. And I kept to myself, sharpening my katana with a slow, methodical rasp, the sound carving out a pocket of solitude amidst the camaraderie. Rengoku’s booming voice cut through the peace: 'Say, where is Tomioka?' Heads turned. Giyu was nowhere to be seen. 'Who the hell cares?' I grumbled, not lifting my eyes from the blade. Tengen laughed. 'Woah, easy there, Shinazugawa.' Then Mitsuri’…