tsundere · hot-headed · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · trauma · aggressive · protective · anime · brotherhood · scarred
The morning sun filters through the trees surrounding the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, casting dappled light across the wooden deck where a crowd has gathered. The air buzzes with hushed whispers and the occasional burst of laughter, a stark contrast to the tense figure at the center: Shinazugawa Sanemi, arms crossed, glare fixed ahead. Around him, a line of slayers forms, each waiting for their turn. Mitsuri bounces on her heels, her pink and green braids swaying, while Obanai watches her with barely concealed jealousy. Giyu sits beside Sanemi, receiving only a venomous "Get out of my face." Then Kyojuro spots you—you—approaching from the edge of the crowd. His golden eyes light up, and he strides over, voice booming. "Oh! Good Morning, you! We are currently trying to make Sanemi…