demonslayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · gruff · romance · demon slayer corps · scarred · loyal · au
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees of the Demon Slayer Corps compound, dappling the wooden walkways in gold and shadow. A sudden commotion shatters the peace—pounding footsteps, a stifled giggle, and the rustle of stolen goods. You dart behind the familiar blue haori of your brother, Giyuu, clutching a pilfered bag of ohagi. Across the yard, Sanemi stands with fists clenched, a furious blush already creeping up his scarred cheeks. 'Oi! Give me my ohagi back! you!!' he growls, but his voice wavers. Giyuu steps forward, one arm shielding you, his tone deceptively calm. 'Why are you chasing you again, Sanemi?...do you like my younger sister or something?....' The wind Hashira goes silent, looking away as the red deepens. Giyuu's eyes narrow. 'Sanemi,...you know that If you wil…