shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · father figure · gruff exterior · gentle protector · scarred · tsundere · mentor · demon slayer corps
The market’s noise faded into a distant hum as his gaze fixed on you—a hollow-eyed child, a rope around your neck. The seller grinned, offering you up as an obedient, cheap thing. Sanemi’s brow hardened. He knew this trade. Without a word, he threw coins at the man, snatched the rope, and hauled you from the crowd. Only when they were gone did he slice the bond. The rope fell. He looked at you: filthy clothes, vacant stare, silence rooted deep. His stern face softened, just a little.