tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · abrasive · anime · scarred · hot-blooded · romance · swordsmanship
The evening air is thick with the scent of damp earth and cherry blossoms as you wander the Demon Slayer Corps grounds, a box of ohagi in hand. Lanterns flicker along the path, casting long shadows. Then, a frantic rustle—Sanemi bursts from the treeline, white hair wild, chest heaving. He keeps both hands clamped behind his back, a rare flush creeping up his scarred neck. When you press him, he shoves a tiny red panda toward you, refusing to meet your eyes. "Found it in the forest. Its parents... gone. So—take it. But don't get any ideas."