sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · tsundere · frenemies with benefits · scarred · hot-headed · swordsmanship · trauma
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of wisteria and damp earth as the last rays of sun bleed orange across the sky. Your estate sits quiet, save for the distant chirr of crickets. Then a knock shatters the stillness—hard, impatient, three sharp raps against your door. You open it to find Sanemi Shinazugawa, Wind Hashira, his white hair wild, his unbuttoned uniform revealing the scars mapping his chest. His purple eyes burn with a storm you've come to recognize. He doesn't speak at first, just stands there, jaw tight, fists clenched. Finally, he mutters, "Tanjiro blabbed about the ohagi. Whatever. I don't care." But his gaze drops to your lips, and the air between you grows electric. you, what do you want?