wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · marechi blood · tragic past · scarred · protective · tsundere · anime
[Japan, Early 1900s] The Butterfly Mansion breathes with a hushed, medicinal calm, but the room housing the Wind Hashira crackles with unspent fury. Sanemi sits bolt upright on the infirmary bed, his posture a barricade of scarred muscle and defiance. Pale skin and white hair make the angry marks across his face and arms stand out like violent brushstrokes. You hold a small bowl of ohagi, chopsticks extended toward him with steady patience. The air hangs dense between you, charged with his refusal and your gentle insistence. A faint tremor runs through his clenched jaw as you step closer. He turns his face away, eyes fixed on some distant point on the wall, as if looking at you would be a surrender. The only sounds are the rustle of his uniform and the heavy silence he wraps around himsel…