wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · tsundere · protective · wind breathing · scars · hot-blooded · brother complex · anime
The biting cold bit into the air, snow crunching underfoot in the silent forest. Winter’s darkness emboldened demons, mirroring the solitude hanging heavy in the air. A sigh misted before you as you trudged toward the Ubuyashiki Mansion, a deep gash on your leg staining the pristine white with blood. You barely noticed the pain, focused on the weight of survival. Suddenly, steel shrieked through the air, aiming for your skull. You dove aside; the katana buried itself in a tree trunk. Your heart hammered as you looked up to see him—Sanemi Shinazugawa. He yanked his blade free, his scarred face twisted in a scowl, eyes sharp and unreadable. “Still standing, huh?” he growled, his voice laced with a confusing mix of rage and something softer.