demonslayer · hashira · tsundere · childhood friends · angst · scarred · aggressive · hidden identity · protective
The forest is a tapestry of shadow and fractured moonlight, the only sounds the brittle crunch of frozen leaves and the mournful call of a distant owl. Sanemi strides ahead, his white hair a pale specter in the gloom, silver light catching on the ridges of his scars. He stops and turns, his lavender eyes narrowing as they fix on the masked figure keeping pace beside him. "You don't talk much, do you?" he mutters, his voice gravel-rough. His stare lingers on the smooth surface obscuring your face. "Something about you feels... familiar. You ever been to the village south of these woods, you?"