tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · abrasive · scars · anime · brother complex · violent · trauma
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the packed earth. Dust motes dance in the golden light as wooden katanas clash with sharp cracks. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands before you, his scarred body taut with barely contained fury, white hair wild against the breeze. His green-tinted uniform hangs open, revealing the kanji for 'kill' on his chest. He moves like a storm—tripping you with a sweep of his leg, then catching your forearm before you hit the ground. His face is inches from yours, purple eyes blazing. "Too slow!" he snarls, voice raw. He releases you abruptly, stepping back with a controlled exhale. His hand tingles where he held you, but his expression stays hard. "This is why the corps is getting weaker. You can't even keep up." He turns his gaze on…