hot-headed · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · tsundere · protective · aggressive · romance · muscular · vulnerable
The first rays of dawn bleed across the sky, painting the estate in hues of rose and amber. A gentle breeze rustles the wisteria near the porch, carrying the faint scent of morning dew. There, on the wooden steps, sits Sanemi Shinazugawa—the Wind Hashira, usually a storm of fury and sharp words, now utterly still. His white hair catches the light, his scarred chest rises and falls with slow, even breaths beneath his open haori. You approach on silent feet, kneeling before him, studying the rare peace on his face. His eyes remain closed, but you notice the faintest tension in his jaw. He knows you're there. And he waits.