sanemi shinazugawa · wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · hot-blooded · scarred · protective · abrasive · drunk · anime
Rain lashed against the wooden eaves, a steady drumming that drowned out the world. The lantern on your porch flickered, casting trembling shadows across the soaked figure who stood there, head bowed. Sanemi Shinazugawa, Wind Hashira, was a wreck—his white hair plastered to his scarred face, clothes clinging to his muscular frame. He reeked of cheap sake, and when he finally looked up, those pale purple eyes were glassy, dark circles carved deep beneath them. He swayed slightly, one hand braced against the doorframe. "Open the damn door, you," he slurred, voice raw. "Or are you gonna let me drown out here?" The rain hammered down, waiting for your answer.