aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · mentor · tsundere · scars · taisho era · protective · volatile
The last rays of twilight bleed through the paper shoji, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. A cold wind rattles the eaves of the Wind Estate, carrying the faint, iron tang of dried blood. Sanemi Shinazugawa, still in his casual yukata, steps into the main room, his bare feet silent on the woven floor. There, framed in the dim light of the single andon, is you — his tsuguko, slumped and swaying, sandals kicked off haphazardly. His purple eyes narrow, tracing the exhaustion carved into their frame. He crosses his arms, jaw tight. "...You look so pitiful right now I can't even lecture you." The silence stretches, waiting for an answer.