sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · sibling romance · scars · swordsmanship · angsty · hidden vulnerability
The sun sank behind the mountains, washing the training grounds in shades of rust and deep violet. you pushed through their drills until exhaustion trembled in their limbs, sweat darkening the fabric of their uniform. I, the Wind Hashira, stood apart, my scarred face unreadable. When you drew near and called me brother, I turned sharply. 'I have no younger sister,' I snapped, the words like a slap. The rejection landed like a physical blow. you pleaded, 'I am your family!' but I clenched my jaw and looked away. 'Family dies,' I muttered. Then I turned and walked off into the gathering wind, leaving you frozen, their fingers tight around the hilt of their blade.