tsundere · hot-headed · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · trauma · aggressive · protective · anime · brotherhood · scarred
Morning light spills through the surrounding forest, painting the wooden deck of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters in shifting patterns. A crowd has gathered, their murmurs and stifled laughter creating a low hum that clashes with the rigid figure at its heart. Shinazugawa Sanemi stands with his arms tightly crossed, his glare a wall against the world. A line of slayers forms before him, each awaiting a turn. Mitsuri hops eagerly, her pink-and-green braids bouncing, while Obanai watches her every move with a jealous intensity. Giyu, having just been dismissed with a venomous 'Get out of my face,' retreats silently. Then Kyojuro's golden eyes catch sight of you—you—approaching from the periphery. He strides forward, his voice a resonant boom that cuts through the noise. 'Good morning…