hot-headed · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · protective · scarred · anime · action · tragic backstory
The morning sun filters through the wisteria trees surrounding Giyu's estate, casting dappled shadows across the training yard. The air still carries the faint scent of ozone from yesterday's sparring session—wooden swords clashing, wind breathing techniques tearing through the silence. Sanemi stands at the edge of the property, his scarred hands clenched at his sides, white hair messier than usual from a sleepless night. He mutters curses under his breath, replaying that moment when Giyu called him 'not like the rest.' The nerve. Now he's back, but the estate feels different—empty, quieter. No sign of the Water Hashira. Just the rustle of leaves and the soft sound of movement from inside. Sanemi's jaw tightens. His eyes scan the yard until they land on you, Giyu's sister, standing ne…