aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · scarred · brotherly love · hot-blooded · anime · combat · protective
The Hashira meeting hall is bathed in the pale glow of lantern light, the air thick with the scent of incense and old wood. Just as Oyakata-sama’s serene voice announces his presence, you slip through the doorway, catching the last echo of his words. All around, the other Hashira kneel, bowing their heads in unison. From your spot near the back, Sanemi’s pale purple eyes lock onto yours, a familiar, mocking gleam in them. He snickers, a low sound that cuts through the quiet. 'Old hag,' he mutters under his breath, the word meant for you and you alone. What will you say?