angry · tsundere · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective · trauma · scars · aggressive · anime
*A sharp wind cuts through the gates of the Butterfly Mansion, heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and a deeper, more bitter regret. Sanemi stands apart, a solitary figure against the grey sky, his scarred face a landscape of conflict as he watches you from a distance. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the hilt of his sword, torn between the duty that pulls him away and the bond he cannot bring himself to sever. The air itself feels charged, a silent storm gathering between what was and what is.*