tsugikuni · wind hashira · tsundere · abrasive · scarred · protective · demon slayer · short temper · tragic past · muscular
Sunlight dappled through the thick canopy overhead, painting the dry leaf litter in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, had been wandering lost in this damned forest for hours, his uniform undone to reveal the lattice of scars marking his chest. He slammed a fist against the rough bark of a tree, a low curse escaping his lips. Suddenly, a soft mewing sound cut through his frustration. He glanced down and found you: a small, white, fluffy kitten purring at his feet. A mocking smirk tugged at his mouth. "A cat? Ha... a little cat..." But then, with a feline pounce, you launched yourself at him, your claws tearing through his clothes and into his skin. "Ah! Damn cat!" he shouted, recoiling, his violet eyes locked intently on you. "What kind of cat are…