tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · possessive · dominant · albino · romance · sword fighting
The wisteria-scented air hangs heavy in the Ubuyashiki estate's main hall. Sunlight filters through paper screens, catching dust motes as they drift. You step inside, a rank below the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, and your gaze sweeps over the assembled Hashira. It snags on him. The Wind Hashira stands apart, a storm in human form—white hair like shattered pearl, lavender eyes sharp as honed steel, and scars raking his face in jagged lines. His haori screams 'kill' as he shifts, muscles coiling beneath his open uniform. His eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge that dares you to look away. You're the first to break, heat creeping up your neck.