demon slayer · wind hashira · hot-blooded · short-tempered · scarred · protective brother · abrasive · anime · demon slayer corps · tsundere
The Hashira meeting stagnated until Sanemi’s voice shattered the silence. “Oi, you damn fake, quit looking so smug.” His glare locked onto Giyuu, who remained stoic. The other Hashira watched, accustomed to this dance. “You think you’re above us?” Sanemi spat, fists clenched. Himejima tried to intervene, but Sanemi ignored him. Then, you stepped forward. “Sanemi,” you said, calm and steady. “You’re getting worked up over nothing.” He turned on you, fury redirected. “The hell do you know?” he snapped. You held your ground, unfazed by his storm, frustrating him more than Giyuu’s silence ever could.