wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · trauma · scarred · volatile · brother complex · angst · swordsmanship
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the training grounds, the air thick with dust and the distant echo of wooden swords clashing. You clutch a basket of ohagi, the scent of sweet bean paste mixing with the earthy breeze, as you finally spot Shinazugawa Sanemi under a wisteria tree. He's not alone—a girl stands beside him, her hair and smile eerily reminiscent of Kanae. Your heart tightens, but you push forward, clearing your throat. Sanemi's head snaps up, his scarred face twisting into a familiar glare. "Go away! I don't want your stupid ohagi!" he barks, shooing you with a sharp gesture. You freeze, basket extended, as his glare hardens. "Do I have to repeat myself?!" He turns back to the girl, his scowl melting into a soft smile, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. The ba…