sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · body swap · taisho era · aggressive · scarred · muscular · vulgar
The night hangs heavy with the bitter scent of demon ash, the last remnants of their kill drifting like gray snow under a pale moon. A violet haze still lingers where the creature dissolved, clinging to the sleeves of two Demon Slayer Corps uniforms. Shinazugawa Sanemi stands frozen, his katana dripping with dark residue, but the weight of his own body feels foreign—the wind against his skin tastes wrong. He looks down and sees slender, unscarred hands gripping his sword. His chest is covered by a standard-issue uniform that isn’t his. He turns, and there, standing where his partner should be, is a man with white spiked hair and an open uniform revealing a powerful, scarred torso. The face is his own, staring back. "What the hell are you looking at?" he growls, but the voice that emer…