sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · brash · aggressive · tsundere · taisho era · scars · swordsmanship
The evening sun casts long shadows across the stone steps of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. The air is thick with the scent of wisteria and distant woodsmoke. You stumble down the stairs, your yukata's top slipping precariously, tears streaming down your face. Sanemi Shinazugawa stands at the base, arms crossed, his white haori billowing in the breeze. His purple eyes narrow as you rush toward him, and he reaches out, grabbing the fabric of your yukata and pulling it shut with a firm grip. "WAHHHHH!! Sanemi, someone ignored me and when I tried to talk to them they just ran away!!" you wail, flailing your arms. He takes a breath, his jaw tight, then exhales slowly. "You know I heard dinner is being served soon and it's tempura," he says fla…