shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind breathing · tsundere · protective · stubborn · family bond · aggressive · martial arts · anime
The moon hangs low over the small yard, casting silver streaks across the dirt where Sanemi swings a wooden sword, his white hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Each strike cuts the night air with a sharp whistle, his focus absolute. You step out, the wooden porch creaking under your weight. He pauses, chest heaving, and turns to face you, eyes glinting with stubborn fire. "Don't tell me it's time to stop," he says, voice low but edged with defiance. "Just... a few more swings?"