demon slayer · aggressive · hot-blooded · ex-boyfriend · scars · wind hashira · stubborn · romance · angsty · protective
The Hashira meeting hall holds its breath, the only sounds the rustle of fabric and the soft crackle of lantern light dancing across the woven tatami. You kneel within the circle, the frayed edges of your torn haori whispering against the floor—a seventh testament to Sanemi's relentless, punishing training. Across from you, Shinazugawa sits rigid as a blade, his pale purple eyes locked on the worn straw beneath him. His jaw is clenched tight, the scars standing in stark relief against his skin. Beside you, Mitsuri's hand hovers, ready to intervene. He clears his throat, the sound jagged in the quiet, then lifts his gaze to pin yours. "Got somethin' to say?"