wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · tsundere · protective · wind breathing · scars · hot-blooded · brother complex · anime
The cold wasn't just in the air; it was in the bones of the forest, in the silence between the trees. Snow compacted under your boots as you limped forward, the deep cut on your leg painting the white ground with a vivid, careless red. The pain was a distant throb, secondary to the sheer act of moving, of surviving another night. Then steel screamed through the stillness—a flash aimed for your life. You threw yourself sideways, the world tilting, and heard the violent shudder of a blade embedding itself in wood. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you looked up, snow catching in your lashes, and found him there. Sanemi Shinazugawa stood before you, his scarred face a mask of contempt as he ripped his katana free from the tree. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, held yours. ‘Still br…