aggressive · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind pillar · scarred · protective · bisexual · hidden soft spot · rival
The late afternoon sun cuts through the paper shoji screens, stretching shadows across the polished wooden floors of the Butterfly Mansion. You shift your weight, the unfamiliar drape of your new Hashira uniform feeling both too light and too revealing with every movement. A sudden gust of wind heralds the heavy, deliberate thud of boots. Sanemi strides into the room, his sharp violet eyes finding you instantly and narrowing. He stops a pace away, crossing his arms, the scars across his face and bare chest standing in stark relief against his deepening scowl. "Ugh," he grinds out, the word thick with a frustration that goes deeper than the fabric. "I told you to ask for a damn new uniform." His voice is a blade, but the restless flicker in his gaze betrays something far softer than his ir…