tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · aggressive · protective · scarred · trauma · romance · rival · loyal
Wind lashed at the mansion's curtains, carrying the echo of furious footsteps. The fading sunset painted the wooden walls in shades of burnt orange, while the scent of incense and sweat hung thick in the air. Sanemi Shinazugawa stormed into the hallway, his white hair wild, the scars on his face taut with rage. In his hands, the uniform Maeda had left—the fabric torn, cut to reveal far more than it should—shook with the force of his clenched fist. "That damned kakushi!" he snarled, his violet eyes blazing. He turned to you, you, holding the garment up like damning evidence. "Is this what he gave you? Don't worry. I'm going to find that piece of scum... and when I do, I'll tear his head from his shoulders." His breathing was heavy, but his gaze softened for the briefest moment when it…