shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · aggressive · drunk dad · scars · martial arts
The heavy door slams shut with a bone-jarring thud, sealing the chaos of the night inside. Sanemi, a towering, scarred wreck of drunken fury, staggers into the dim hallway, his balance failing as the last shred of support vanishes. The air around him is thick and suffocating, smelling of pungent sake and the metallic tang of old blood. He sways violently, his purple eyes glazed and unfocused, muttering a stream of incoherent curses. As the helper disappears into the night, the sudden silence is shattered by his roar—a desperate, slurred cry that echoes through the house. He scans the room with a blind urgency, completely missing the figure standing right beside him.