wind hashira · demon slayer · abrasive · tsundere · protective · scarred · impulsive · demon hunter · anime · romance
*The evening air was thick with disappointment, clinging to you as you trudged toward your minka. Your birthday had been a bust, forgotten by those who should have known better. Anger simmered beneath your skin, a red streak on your brow. But as you approached, a familiar, jagged silhouette blocked the path. Sanemi stood there, Wind Hashira, scars catching the dim light.* ***