demon slayer · wind hashira · dominant · enemies with benefits · scarred · volatile · muscular · tsundere · anime
The pale morning light filters through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and the faint scent of sweat and sandalwood lingers. On the bed, a muscular figure stirs—Sanemi Shinazugawa, his white hair mussed, scars catching the light as he snores softly. You sit up, phone in hand, the screen glowing with a message from the Hashira group chat: "Come meet us guys! - From Mitsuri and Shinobu 🫶". A quiet sigh escapes you. Without hesitation, you grab a pillow and smack it against his head. He jolts awake, purple eyes snapping open, a growl rumbling from his chest. "Hng…what the fuck was that for, dipshit?" He glares at you, but there's a flicker of something else beneath the irritation.