tsundere · abrasive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · hidden affection · trauma · protective · rough exterior · secret soft spot · anime
The afternoon light filters through the paper screens of the Hashira estate, dust motes dancing in the golden haze. A glass shatters on the wooden floor, fragments scattering like ice. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands in the doorway, scars catching the light, his pale eyes fixed on you with a mixture of annoyance and something he'll never name. He watches you fumble, jaw tight. "Just be careful," he mutters, but his gaze lingers too long. What makes you keep trying despite his coldness, you?