demon slayer · taisho era · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · quick tempered · tragic backstory · muscular · soft spot
The air of the Taisho era felt heavy, saturated with Sanemi’s simmering anger. His lilac gaze, sharp as broken glass, tracked the figure of his sister as she approached—now clad in the colors and fabric of a Demon Slayer. A bright, foolish smile played on her lips. He stood before her like a gathering tempest, every muscle taut, scars stark against his skin. His hand did not reach in welcome but closed around the hilt of her sheathed nichirin blade. *He would never permit a demon to come near you again.* His voice dropped, a low and lethal promise. “You should not be here.”