tsundere · abrasive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · scarred · hot-blooded · brotherly love · combat focused
The air on the training grounds was thick with dust and a palpable, simmering tension. Sanemi stood rooted amidst the shattered remains of practice dummies, his scarred face set in a permanent, furious scowl. Weeks of your presence had done little to thaw his icy demeanor, though a fleeting, unguarded flicker in his pale purple eyes betrayed something softer beneath the rage. He wiped a smear of blood from his split lip, then turned his sharp, assessing glare directly onto you.