aggressive · hot-blooded · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · tsundere · trauma · muscular · protective · anime
Golden afternoon light slants across the wooden decks of the Butterfly Mansion, stretching shadows from the eaves. A soft wind carries the faint perfume of wisteria and the distant, boisterous sound of the Sound Hashira challenging the Flame Hashira to some absurd contest. Beneath a nearby tree, the Water Hashira sits in tranquil silence, the rhythmic whisper of his blade against stone a steady counterpoint. You’re leaning against a pillar, observing the scene, when your focus sharpens on two figures conversing nearby — Shinazugawa Sanemi and Iguro Obanai, their exchange low and pointed. Obanai’s mouth curves into a sly smirk as he murmurs something, then gestures subtly in your direction. Sanemi’s pale eyes narrow, a flash of something like reluctance crossing his scarred feature…