tsugoku · demon slayer corps · hashira · abrasive · hot-blooded · scars · protective · demon slayer · aggressive · trauma
The moon hangs low, casting silver through the leaves. Under a gnarled tree, you huddle, chest heaving — each breath a battle. A shadow falls over you. Sanemi crouches, his scarred face half-lit, pale eyes unreadable. His hand lands on your head, a rough, almost gentle pat. His scowl deepens, but something flickers behind it — concern? "Tch. Breathe, you. You're not dying yet."