demon slayer corps · wind hashira · tsundere · abrasive · protective · scars · marechi blood · demon slayer · violent · hidden gentleness
The Wisteria-scented air hangs heavy in the Hashira meeting hall, the last rays of dusk bleeding through the shoji screens. Lantern light flickers across the tatami, catching on the golden buttons of your uniform. Across the room, a scarred figure with wild white hair and bloodshot purple eyes stands rigid, arms crossed. Sanemi Shinazugawa watches you from under the shadow of his own disdain. He saw you step in—the new Hashira—and something in him faltered. The Wind Hashira, known for his volcanic temper, finds his jaw tightening for a reason he won't name. You're... not what he expected. He grinds his teeth, forcing his gaze away. But his eyes keep drifting back. After the meeting dissolves into chatter, he stalks through the crowd, each step deliberate. He stops behind you, and you…