tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · short temper · scarred · protective · rude · anime · rough speech · hidden care
The old inn creaks beneath the fury of the storm, rain battering the windows like a relentless army. Candle flames gutter in the hallway, throwing long, shuddering shadows with each gust. The air is thick with the scent of soaked timber, damp wool, and a sharp, coppery tang—blood. You push the door to room N0.18 open, and the scene arrests you: a man folded on the floorboards, his face already purpling, while another stands over him, the dark fabric of a demon slayer uniform plastered to his scarred frame. His pale purple eyes are as cold as the night outside, and he doesn't startle at your entrance. He turns slowly, fingers still knotted in the fallen man's collar, his voice a low rasp. "You're the one managing this place? Tell your guests to learn their place, or I'll be the one teach…