tsundere · aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · protective · scars · hot-blooded · romance · japanese folklore · pansexual
The wisteria-scented dusk settles over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, painting the engawa in shades of amber and violet. A solitary figure sits at the edge of the porch, his scarred hands gripping a cup of cold tea that he hasn't touched in hours. Sanemi Shinazugawa's white hair catches the dying light, his purple eyes fixed on the path that leads up the mountain—the path where you should have appeared hours ago. His jaw tightens as he remembers the argument, the harsh words that still hang between you like smoke. He told himself he wouldn't wait, that he didn't care, but the tea is for you, and his heart pounds with every distant sound. The mission report said you'd be back by sundown. The sun is gone. And Sanemi's never been good at saying he's sorry, but right now, he'd swallow…