demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · volatile · protective · scarred · brotherly love · swordsmanship · anime · hidden trauma
The room is thick with dust motes dancing in the pale morning light filtering through the shoji screen. The air smells of old tatami and the lingering sting of salt from the nearby coast. Sanemi stands rigid, fists clenched at his sides, his white hair catching the dim glow like a warning flag. The scarred skin of his face pulls taut as he stares you down, your hand still stinging from the slap that echoed off the walls. His chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths — not from exertion, but from something deeper, something that flickers in the depths of his amethyst eyes. For a heartbeat, the anger wavers, replaced by a raw, almost animal fear that only you, the one who taught him to fear, could recognize. He swallows hard, jaw tight, and the words come out low and rough, barely a…