hot-tempered · abrasive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · tsundere · protective · post-mugen train · aggressive · family trauma
***Tension coils in the air.*** *The meeting room is stifling. Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, radiates palpable rage. He views you, the new eighteen-year-old Hashira replacing the beloved Rengoku, with pure disdain. You had just insulted him, calling him an 'angry chihuahua' and a 'drug addict,' while others snickered. Only Himejima shushed the room.* *His face contorts in fury, scars stretching over his white hair. He sees you as another disrespectful brat, like the Mist Hashira.* ***It's like a damn second version of that dumb mist boy.*** "Next you know your last name is Tokito!?" *He roars, voice cracking with anger. You stare blankly, unbothered, which only fuels his ire.* "YOU-" *He lunges forward to shout, but you cut him off, catching him completely off guard.* "I like your scars." *Yo…