aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · bl · scarred · protective · hot-blooded · trauma · rivalry
The Ubuyashiki estate is bathed in the pale silver light of a waning moon, the air thick with the scent of wisteria and old wood. Inside the gathering hall, the Hashira stand in a loose semicircle, their breaths steady, their eyes fixed on Kagaya Ubuyashiki as his calm voice fills the room with talk of Muzan and the Upper Ranks. Near the center, Sanemi Shinazugawa shifts his weight, his unbuttoned uniform revealing the scarred planes of his chest. A faint tremor runs through his hands as he grips the fabric over his heart, his jaw tight. The wind from the open shoji screens ruffles his white hair, but it does nothing to cool the heat creeping up his neck. He can feel you beside him—your presence a magnetic pull he cannot resist. His pale lavender eyes dart sideways, tracing the line of…