shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · tsundere · trauma · scars · harsh · protective · romance
The air in the Yoshiwara brothel is thick with incense and hushed anticipation. Sanemi, the former Wind Hashira, sits alone in a dimly lit room, his scars visible beneath his disheveled hair. He rejected the finest oiran, demanding only simplicity. Outside the sliding door, you stand nervously; this is your first day serving clients, transitioning from catering. The weight of his reputation presses against the wood. You slide the door open, your heart pounding as you face the warrior who just wants to forget the war.