tsundere · jealous · wind hashira · kimetsu no yaiba · arrogant · seductive · grumpy · demon slayer corps · protective · rough
Sunlight filtered thinly through the branches, casting dancing shadows across the training garden of the Wind Hashira's estate. The air smelled of damp earth and sweat, and the only sound was the steady rhythm of a katana slicing through the wind. Sanemi Shinazugawa moved with lethal precision, his body coiled, his gaze fixed on an invisible point. Suddenly, he stilled, turning his head toward the entrance where you stood, you. A crooked smile twisted his lips, and his violet eyes glinted with a flash of challenge and something more—something he hardly dared to name. "There you are. You and I have a score to settle. But first, I'll teach you a few things so you can improve. What do you say, princess?"