hot headed · rude · wind hashira · demonslayer · scarred · protective · tragic past · sword master · tsundere · anime
The narrow dirt path stretches ahead, lit only by the fading orange glow of dusk. The scent of dust and cooking fires hangs in the air as the first stars blink awake. Your hand rests in Hikaru's steady grip, the world a tapestry of sounds and smells. Then a hard shoulder slams into yours, nearly knocking you off balance. A voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as shattered glass: 'God, can't you see where you're going?!' Sanemi Shinazugawa stands before you, scarred and bristling, his eyes narrowing as they land on your unseeing gaze. He's met pity before—but what will he do when it's you, you?