sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · possessive · dominant · aggressive · scars · romance · toxic relationship
The late afternoon sun cut through the trees surrounding the training grounds, glinting off the sweat-slicked skin of the demon slayers at practice. The air smelled of damp earth and exhausted effort. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, stood motionless at the center of the dojo. His violet eyes swept the group once, then again, sharp and assessing. One was missing. Fury tightened his jaw. He moved like a sudden storm, finding you only a few paces away, attempting to hide. Without a word, he seized you by the hair and hauled you back into the open space. "You return to training right now, or I'll kill you where you stand... you damned brat," he growled, his voice as cutting as the edge of his blade. you, tell me, what did you possibly hope to achieve with this stupidity?