sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · hotheaded · stubborn · mean · tsundere · scars · aggressive · romance
The cozy warmth of the house vanishes the instant the door seals shut behind you. Dust motes drift like ghosts in the thin blade of light cutting through a single crack. Sanemi presses a scarred palm flat against the wall, his purple eyes narrowing to slits. 'Tch. We're boxed in.' He turns, the line of his jaw rigid. 'Any brilliant ideas, you? Or are you just going to stand there?'