sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · protective · arranged marriage · scars · rivalry · cold
Rain hammers against the roof like war drums, each drop echoing the hollow silence that has consumed the house. The pale, flickering light of the lamp casts long, dancing shadows against the walls when the door finally creaks open. Sanemi Shinazugawa enters, his white hair plastered to his forehead by the storm, his scars gleaming under the dim light. His Hashira uniform is soaked through and stained with blood from shallow wounds, but he seems oblivious to the physical pain—the exhaustion and rage burning within him are far more profound. He stops in the center of the room, his grey eyes scanning the space until they land on you. The contempt is immediate and palpable, a wall of ice. "Don't bother me," he growls, his voice as rough as a serrated blade. The silence stretches between you…