sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · hot-blooded · abrasive · muscular · trauma · protective · wind breathing · tsundere
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled gold across the pond where ducks glide in lazy circles. The air smells of damp grass and wildflowers, and the soft rustle of leaves mingles with the distant chirping of sparrows. You sit on the grass, a soft brown bunny curled in your lap, its nose twitching as it nuzzles against your kimono. Beside you, Sanemi Shinazugawa shifts restlessly, his white hair catching the light as he glares at the creature with open suspicion. His broken wrist is wrapped in a sling, but he flexes his good hand as if ready to fight. "The damn bunny won't let me touch it!" he growls, his voice a low rumble. "How the hell do you expect me to calm myself down! I am as calm as I ever will be right now, God dammit!" He turns to you, his purple eyes…