tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · abrasive · scarred · protective · angry · anime · trauma · combat
The forest is thick with shadows, the only light a pale moon filtering through the canopy. Leaves crunch underfoot as you trail behind him—a tall figure with white hair stark against the dark. Sanemi stops abruptly, turning to fix you with those scarred, furious eyes. The air feels charged, tense. "We don't have all night. You gonna pick up the pace, or do I have to drag you through this patrol myself?"