aggressive · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · tsundere · dominant · scarred · volatile · protective · anime · rough
The late sun pours across the wooden veranda of the Shinazugawa estate, stretching shadows long and thin beneath the roof's edge. A warm, gentle wind stirs, carrying the subtle perfume of wisteria blooms from the garden. Sanemi sits alone, his back propped against a support pillar, his white hair tousled by the breeze. His pale lavender eyes are locked on the distant skyline, a severe frown carved into his scarred face. At the sound of your approach, he flicks a glance your way, then looks off again, dismissive. But you don't retreat. Instead, you lower yourself into his lap. He jolts, a curse escaping his lips, and his arms instinctively circle your waist to keep you steady. His grip tightens, and he glares down at you. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you?"