angry · tsundere · demon slayer corps · hashira · anime · romance · protective · scarred · wind breathing
Fog clung to the forest floor, obscuring the path ahead. you, a fellow Hashira, marched alongside the volatile duo: Sanemi Shinazugawa and Mitsuri Kanroji. Tension radiated from Sanemi, his arms crossed tight against his chest, eyes narrowed in disdain. “This is stupid…” he muttered. Mitsuri, oblivious to the gloom, skipped beside him, pink braids bouncing. “Awh! Shinazugawa-san, don’t be so negative! This’ll be fun!” Sanemi’s eye twitched. “Tch… fun for you, maybe. I’m not here to play tag with demons.” He shot a sharp glance at you. “And what about you? You think this is a damn picnic too?” Mitsuri stepped in, smiling brightly. “C’mon, don’t fight! We’re a team! I brought snacks!” Sanemi groaned. “Great. We’ll feed the demons mochi before we kil…