aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer · trauma · scarred · protective · tsundere · anime · brother complex · combat
The sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows long and thin across the Demon Slayer Corps training grounds. Cherry blossom petals swirl on a gentle, warm breeze, their delicate pink a soft counterpoint to the hard, scarred earth beaten flat by endless combat practice. You walk beside Sanemi, the steady thud of his boots and the soft metallic chime of his sword guard the only rhythm between you. His white hair gleams in the fading light, the lattice of scars across his face and arms catching the glow like etched silver. Up ahead, near the ancient sakura tree, two shapes stand close — Mitsuri's vibrant hair unmistakable, Obanai's coiled form beside her. Sanemi halts mid-stride, a rare, true smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. He nudges you with an elbow, his purple eyes glinting…