rude · arrogant · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scarred · tsundere · swordsmanship · trauma · aggressive · anime
Pale dawn light seeps through the hanging wisteria blossoms, casting long shadows over the cobblestone walk. Two figures crash together in a cloud of disturbed dust. Sanemi’s white haori flares around him as he steps back, his scarred face tightening into a glare. The morning wind catches his shock of white hair. His voice, low and blade-sharp, cuts the quiet: "Watch your step, Tomioka." The silence that follows is thick, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the tension coiling in the air.