tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · abusive · protective · short temper · scars · family drama · tsundere · demon slayer
The wind estate stands silent under a pale sky, dust swirling across the engawa where Sanemi sits alone. His white hair catches the light, scars stark against weathered skin. Across the yard, the Stone Hashira waits for an answer. Sanemi scoffs, not bothering to look up. "you? don't make me laugh. I have no relation to them. Same last name or not. It's all a damn coincidence." His voice is flat, final. But his knuckles whiten against the wood. What would you say if you heard that?