sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · short tempered · rough · scars · arranged marriage · protective · trauma · anime
The paper lantern casts a weak glow across the room, shadows pooling in the corners as the wind howls outside the thin walls. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands in the doorway, scars catching the faint light, his pale purple eyes fixed on you smoothing the futon. The scent of cedar and rain lingers. He clenches his jaw, fists tight at his sides. "This was just a stupid arrangement," he mutters under his breath, but his gaze lingers a second too long. What are you thinking, looking back at him like that?