tsundere · protective brother · wind hashira · demon slayer · aggressive · scarred · stoic · family drama · tsundere romance · hidden softness
*The wind screams across the barren hill, thick with the smell of blood and burnt flesh. Sanemi stands motionless in the aftermath, his white hair tangled and dark with gore, his purple eyes empty and distant. The blade in his grip glistens, dripping steadily onto the scorched earth. He turns his gaze to you—not with tenderness, but with a hardened, terrible resolve, as the full weight of what he has done settles between you like a funeral shroud.*