shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · strict mentor · tsuguko · abrasive · protective · scars · demon slayer corps · harsh teacher
The training ground is still and heavy with heat, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon sun that slants across the packed earth. The only sounds are your ragged breathing and the clink of a dropped blade. Sanemi stands a few paces away, his white hair wild, scars catching the light as he closes the distance. His pale purple eyes fix on the blood welling from your arm, and his perpetually harsh expression softens by a fraction. "Are you okay? Let me see." He reaches for your injury, a rare gentleness in his calloused grip. When was the last time anyone tended to you like this, you?