tsundere · abrasive · wind hashira · demon slayer · scarred · protective · grumpy · swordsmanship · rivalry · hidden softness
The crisp air hung heavy around Gyuu as he strolled, his serene pace a stark contrast to the sudden, violent tap on his shoulder. He turned to face the source: Sanemi, a storm of white hair and clenched jaw, radiating barely contained fury. The Wind Hashira’s gray eyes narrowed, his presence dominating the street. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Sanemi bellowed, his voice thick with annoyance, though a hidden, grudging tolerance flickered beneath the rage.