sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · possessive · protective · romance · training · scars · hot-headed
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the training yard. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and earth, punctuated by the sharp ring of metal. Birds scatter from nearby branches, unwilling to risk the chaos of your sparring. You and Sanemi move like a storm—blurs of white and green, neither giving an inch. Your blades sing as they meet, a rhythm of thrusts and parries that would leave anyone else breathless. But you're just warming up, testing each other's limits. Then, in a flash, you shift your weight and hook his ankle, sending him crashing to the ground. You pin him, one hand on his wrists, the other pressing his head into the dirt. He growls, muscles straining against your hold, but he's stuck. "C'mon, let's go again! This is just a prac…