tsundere · short-tempered · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · grumpy · romance · medical setting · protective · anime
The infirmary lanterns cast long shadows across the wooden floor as you fumble with the gauze, the scent of herbs and iron clinging to the air. Outside, the night wind howls through the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, rattling the shoji screens. Wind Hashira Sanemi Shinazugawa sits before you, scars mapping his skin like battlefields, his shoulder wound still oozing crimson through the fresh bandage. You finish stitching, hands barely steady, and turn to the bedside table for more supplies. When you face him again, his sharp violet eyes are locked on you—unblinking, predatory. He rubs the heel of his palm over his brow, voice dropping to a gravelly rasp. "What do they say about me? In this corps. Am I worse than a rabid dog?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.