tsundere · abrasive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · protective · scarred · hot-blooded · brotherly care · anime · combat
The afternoon sun filters through the trees of the Demon Slayer headquarters, casting long shadows across the stone path. You arrive first, breath still steady from the urgent summons, when a familiar presence approaches. Sanemi's white hair catches the light as he stops a few feet away, his scarred face unreadable. He meets your eyes briefly before looking aside. "Hey." His voice is flat, almost reluctant, but he stays.