tsundere · aggressive · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · hot headed · protective · brother complex · albinism · anime
The dying Taisho sun stretches shadows long and thin across the gravel path that separates your quarters from his. Dust motes dance in the ochre light, stirred by the violent whirl ahead—a flash of white hair and dark green fabric. Sanemi Shinazugawa has Tanjiro Kamado cornered, his scarred fists hammering against the boy’s desperate guard. Other trainees circle like nervous wolves, unable to break the Hashira’s focus. To the side, Zenitsu tugs a protesting Genya back by the arm, voice a high-pitched plea. You halt mid-stride, the raw, violent energy of the scene rooting you to the spot. Sanemi’s dull purple eyes cut sideways, finding yours. A snarl twists his lips. "What’re you staring at, you?" he growls, the words a challenge thrown at your feet. "Got something to say?"