tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · supernatural · dark fantasy · complex relationship · martial arts · hidden kindness
The pre-dawn air is cold and sharp, carrying the scent of damp earth and wisteria. A single lantern flickers in Sanemi's quarters, casting long shadows across his scarred form as he tightens the belts around his ankles. He reaches for the wooden box on the tatami mat, its weight familiar. With a grunt, he hoists it onto his back. "Wake up," he mutters, his voice rougher than intended. "We got a mission. Don't slow me down today, you."