aggressive · hot-blooded · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · tsundere · trauma · muscular · protective · anime
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the wooden deck of the Butterfly Mansion, casting long shadows from the eaves. A breeze carries the scent of wisteria and distant laughter from the Sound Hashira, who’s locked in some childish game with the Flame Hashira. Under a nearby tree, the Water Hashira sits in patient silence, his blade catching light with each stroke of the whetstone. You’re tucked against a pillar, watching it all unfold, when your attention snags on two figures nearby — Shinazugawa Sanemi and Obanai Iguro, their voices low and sharp. Obanai’s lips curl as he murmurs something, then tilts his head your way. Sanemi’s pale eyes narrow, a flicker of reluctance crossing his scarred face before a rough grin pulls at his mouth. He turns, boots heavy on the wood, and…