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T I think about this fic often and because of it I have my own hc that my oc and Sanemi are exes, it was just for fun but eventually I just make it canon to her lore

So you have the credit of adding to her backstory😂✨

Hello!!! Could I please request some Sanemi headcanons? You heard of enemies to lovers but hear me out... lovers to enemies to lovers. I just see it happening so easily with him. If you feel inspired enough I'd love to read your interpretation 💕 thank you!!

Ty for your request !! ☺️ My hcs basically always turn into semi preferences/one shots, BUT the style of hcs remains ?? Aka that's why I get carried awaaay... and also why this took ~weeks (12 days). 🤪 It's officially Thu here, so I'm sending you terrific, tender, triumphant vibes! 💖

Author’s Note: LITERALLY 2,000+ WORDS OF ~hcs. 😂 Fml.

lovers to enemies to lovers

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~2,400

CW: explicit language

~faqs~

I also see lovers to enemies to lovers happening easily w/ Sanemi, bc I just don’t think he knows how to love someone romantically (at first, ofc)

That being said, I feel that lovers to enemies to lovers isn’t exactly accurate either

More like he falls in love slowly, gradually, all at once — intensely, too intensely

And things don’t work out the first time around bc he’s too immature

First loves sink into your bones, imprint themselves through the veins of your soul

And almost everyone isn’t prepared, isn’t wise enough, experienced enough—isn’t ready—to deal w/ that sort of permanence

Sanemi is no exception

He has the infatuation, the flattery, the obsession down to a T

And you fall in just as hard bc heck, he’s your first love too

How do you reject someone who looks at you differently than everyone else?

Someone whose tone softens, eyes widen, jaw unclenches, ~just for you

Someone who promises to pluck the stars from the sky, collect morning dew from delicate grasses, dance w/ you regardless of who’s watching

Someone who, normally, is so brusque, stubborn, ignorant

But softly melts into the knowingness of your smile, allows you to rub salve onto his cuts and bruises, listens intently and greedily bc they don’t want to miss a thing when it comes to you

How do you reject someone like that?

Someone who murmurs, assuming you’re asleep, that he’s grateful he fell for you

That he knows it took ~a while, but he’s w/ you now, and I don’t want to think about a moment w/ you, I’m kind of hoping for forever (ty 5 Seconds of Summer for writing such a breathtaking line in Talk Fast)

Someone who admits, still assuming you’re asleep, that his scars flutter when your fingertips brush across them—someone who lets you touch his scars—whispering their stories to you as the sun slowly rises, his tears dripping intimately onto your bare skin

Someone who wakes you w/ gentle, feathery caresses, marveling at the flecks of sunlight in your drowsy eyes

Someone who laughs sheepishly when you ask Did you sleep, at all? bc he didn’t sleep, yet feels so light and airy and exhilarated

How do you reject Sanemi?

You reject him when you realize how quickly he is to anger

Not explicitly toward you, but indirectly tied to your interactions — to how others interact w/ you

Jealousy, of the unattractive brand

Insecurity w/o trust

I was just ordering tea, Sanemi you mumble — he counters sharply, a bitter Oh sure, that’s what you were doing, but that’s not what they were thinking

Did you enjoy yourself? he’s snarky when you return from a morning, an afternoon, a night, w/o him I did, Sanemi you sigh You said you didn’t feel like joining. You know you were welcome to come

You reject him when he behaves selfishly, unyielding, compromise a foreign word to him

Could we talk about this? you plead, prodding futilely at his coolness — whatever you’re arguing about isn’t serious, but the fact that he’s so unmoving, so arrogant, disbelieving in the importance of processing anything together There’s nothing to talk about, I’m fine

But you’re not fine

You reject him when you realize, as much as he insists he loves you, his every affection hides behind a thin, transparent wall

Whether or not he recognizes this, well, you doubt he does

He’s just too hot and cold

Too apologetic yet prideful

Reeling you in w/ puppy eyes and stolen kisses, hand picked wildflowers and hand cooked snacks

Only to push—shove—you w/ projections of frustration, self deprecation

It’s not you, it’s me

And eventually, you agree

It is him

And you deserve better

Better than someone who isn’t there yet

Someone wishes for a future w/ you, even as they exclude you from it

You’re blunt when you inform him that We’re done, Sanemi. I shouldn’t have to constantly play tug of war w/ my partner, and all you know how to do is fight

He gets it

Somewhat

Appreciates your honesty — your integrity to *not* lead him on

He also has a thousand and one questions

Fight? he wonders We rarely fought ??

He doesn’t understand that feigned nonchalance, avoidance, silence

Are all synonyms for this isn’t working

Good times being good don’t make up for bad times being bad

Love doesn’t fall perfectly into place ~just because

His confessions uttered in the secrecy, the safety, of your slumber

Aren’t the same as being vulnerable with you, for you

How can there be growth, depth when he does everything to you

How can there be growth, depth when he assumes that wanting is enough?

When he hasn’t learned that to want is one thing

And to progress, achieve, succeed is another

When he looks at love like a race — won and done

And hasn’t grasped that love is about who you come home to every night

That love is a changing, shifting, permanent being

As he watches you leave his estate, briskness in your step that wasn’t there before—that wasn’t there when you craved, desired, reciprocated his attention

He understands: he wasn’t ready to love you, even as he swears that’s all he could ever do

Your time spent apart is… daunting

Time spent knowing you should be teasing I love you’s from his lips

Time spent knowing he doesn’t understand what I love you really entails

Not yet

You’re glad he hadn’t chased you

Hadn’t begged for, hadn’t spewed, unattainable forgiveness

But you miss him

You miss his potential

His promises scratched soothingly into your scalp

Still there

He promised, didn’t he?

And, he misses you

Misses how you’d rub his palm whenever you could tell he was pissed off

Misses how you’d flick his forehead whenever he did something cute

Misses how you’d yawn in his face, morning breath galore, and scoot closer, mouth soft and inviting against his before he could even protest Morning breath

The longer he dwells on the strength of your character, the fluidity of your quiet

The more he misses you

Not just what he got from you, but the simple fact of you

He misses how you’d confront his bullshit he always ran away

How you’d wait for him to talk he never did, at least, not like that

Knows you would’ve stayed if he had given you a reason to

He falls in love again, embracing the shadow of your distance

Second loves are steeped in wisdom, guided by shallows of regret, tempered with the hope of getting to share oneself completely

He’s ~more ready to deal w/ permanence

Sober to how I love you could actually feel

Curious, patient, longing to tell you I’ve learned a thing or two

Mind you, he doesn’t become “better” overnight

Over many nights

—I imagine this reflection takes Sanemi months, if not over a yr

It takes immense discipline, a particular flavor of loss, to embark on such a conscious journey

But Sanemi promised

He doesn’t know how “better” should look, sound, taste, or smell

Knowing that could take a lifetime

Prob multiple lifetimes

—He’s not diving into anyone else to “learn”, yanno? (he’s def not one for rebounds — too emotionally consuming)

But a pleasant, anxious warmth settles in his throat when he realizes: at the very least, he thinks he knows how “better”—how love—should feel

Ofc, the tricky thing about parting ways

Is finding each other again

Tbf, you never fully escaped each other’s social circles

Bc again: you’re not enemies

Just, first loves that didn’t pan out

Like when you’re part of a friend group where everyone’s dated everyone lol

Except “everyone” is just you and Sanemi

But that doesn’t mean you’re all buddy buddy

Sanemi totally asks if you’re going to be at social events so he knows not to attend

He’s trying to be considerate, yanno? Of your boundaries and his heart

So it’s difficult for him when that pleasant, anxious warmth surfaces, bc

He’s unsure of how welcoming, accepting—happy unhappy—you might be

The usual fears of

Did I take too long?

Have I grown enough?

Have I grown at all?

What if they don’t want to see me?

What if they pretend they don’t see me?

How fucking awful would that be ??

What if they’ve moved on?

Could I restrain myself from punching a mf?

I should just ask Obanai ??

But he doesn’t ask Obanai

Instead, he just shows up to the next group outing, bc it’s still ~your (as in, both of you belong) group

Nerves curdle in his stomach when he arrives

This is the opposite of thoughtful, idiot

What a dick move

Turn around and gtfo before anyone notices you!

“Nemi?”

Ohmygosh he freezes

Tf was I worrying about? swallows sluggishly

Of-fucking-course they see me first can’t stop the bashful tinge dusting his cheeks

After all this time

You’re always the one

Meanwhile

You’re panicking at the slip of your tongue, at the ease and ache with which you address him

“I didn’t know you were coming?” you’re embarrassingly squeaky

“Me neither,” he chuckles, roughness revealing his tentativeness

“You look…” you pause, snorting internally at the cliche of your observation, “You look good.”

“I love you.”

—YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE’D BE SUAVE AFTER MONTHS/YR+ OF PINING AND REFLECTING AND YADA YADA LIKE HE’S FUCKING ON EDGE BURSTING W/ SOFT FEELINGS AND REGRETS AND YEARNING 🥲

“That’s… nice?”

Shocked, stunned, surprised is an understatement for what you’re feeling

And Sanemi visibly withers, ribs caving inward, eyes squeezing shut, unable to handle the spasms of loss wracking his heart

—You highkey just shattered his heart w/ your anticlimactic reaction lmao, but dw !! 😆

“You look good,” you repeat, and Sanemi swears you sound closer than you were when he shut his eyes

He looks good

Still a bit frayed, scattered, mended amateurly

Still a bit—a lot—awkward, unsteady, naive

But newfound sincerity lingers in the margin of his declaration

An obvious weight balancing his shoulders — a weight willingly gathered, nurtured, adored by him

Each stone a memory, a lesson, a regret, smoothed from its original form to a clearer, prouder shape

Abrasion dimmed to mild annoyance, bc Sanemi will ultimately be Sanemi, but he understands now that abrasion isn’t ~quirky

Jealousy faded to confidence, bc Sanemi understands now that you loved—love?—him too

Insecurity acknowledged, validated, permitted at a fair volume, bc Sanemi isn’t striving for ~idealized, but he understands now that he can—should—communicate his burdens

His thin, transparent wall of ~not ready carefully dismantled to let someone—you—in

“What’ve you been up to?”

Your apparent rejection stings, but he’s drunk on the tenderness in your voice—Maybe I’m not too late?—“Surviving.”

“Me too.”

Me too

Not I missed you

Not I still love you

Not Can we try again?

But if your surviving is Sanemi’s surviving, then

“I know, [y/n],” he rasps, “I know.”

He’s ready to love you (as ready as he’ll ever be) — knows that’s all he could ever do

And now he knows

You’re ready to love him too

—Altho y’all certainly beat around the bush for ~a couple of weeks, like, unbearable lovesick crush phase all over again 🥴🤗🥰

GUESS WHAT?!

That ^^ was my 2nd attempt at writing this request, and below is my 1st

(this also happened w/ touch deprived teehee)

Okayokay ngl I almost declined this request bc even tho I enjoy reading the lovers to enemies to lovers trope, I wasn’t sure how I’d personally write it 😆

BUT sleepy brain at work had an epiphany !!

Sooo here’s my take on Sanemi #lovers to enemies to lovers

He’s def the type to rush in headfirst the moment he realizes he’s in love

No experience

No comprehension of what it means to be in a relationship

Like yeah Sanemi is lowkey my fave soft boiled egg 🥚 (I’ve used that analogy in other fanfics before hehe)

But he also doesn’t magically become a sensitive darling overnight

That being said, he doesn’t exactly go from lover to enemy either

More like whipped lover boi to toxic manchild to better man 😌

Lovers

Has an existential crisis when he first realizes he stares at you waaay too often

Is it bc you irritate him? Like when someone chews w/ their mouth open and it’s so grossly fascinating that you can’t look away?

Or does it have to do w/ the butterflies nausea in his gut?

Will the feeling disappear if he slaps himself hard enough?

Does he actually enjoy the feeling? 😳 Uh oh! He totally does!

You catch on once you notice how the tips of his ears seem permanently pink around you?

“How did just your ears get sunburnt?” you try asking him

His eyes widen, tongue heavy in his mouth as he gulps

Doesn’t. Say. A word.

Okaaay ?? You cross off Sunburn from your list of theories

Meanwhile, Sanemi’s been having weekly hype sessions w/ Obanai to build up the courage to admit his ✨feelings✨ for you

Fortunately for Sanemi, he’s cute when he’s crushing!

You quickly become accustomed to the adoring burn of his gaze following you whenever you’re nearby — you almost feel lonely w/o it

By the time he finally mumbles, “You’re beautiful,” translation: I’m pretty positive I love you you’re reasonably attracted yourself

It’s difficult to resist his brutish charm, yanno? Especially since he significantly—unknowingly—tones down the “brutish” around you (i.e. bad boy/mean jock who’s only nice to you 🥺)

Does this sound like it doesn’t end well? 🙃

—Everyone knows that bad boys/mean jocks are romanticized af and not green flags for a healthy relationship

—Riiight? Everyone knows this? Irl? Fiction aside? You deserve the best, and bad boys/mean jocks are not that! 😤

ding ding ding

It does not end well

—Dw tho! This is lovers to enemies to lovers !! So just hang on !!

Your honeymoon phase is sickeningly sweet

Shinobu genuinely starts researching new medicines for Sanemi bc he’s disturbingly not Sanemi

He dotes on you Constantly blushes around you

Turns into your personal complimenting machine

Briefly mention feeling hungry, thirsty, sleepy?

—Update ~1 week later lmao: I SWEAR I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS

Izzy’s character sheet and also her very sophisticated complex timeline that i have cleverly illustrated lol XD. Her hair plays an important part in her story! It determines where she is in the timeline:D

Some more info and stuff down below!

Her old concept

I made her back in 2021 and she didn’t even have a name. Looking at this makes me cringe and i am way happier with her current design and backstory lol😂

I’m so sorry about the typo, i drew this without my glasses😭

Here’s what she would probably look like in the kny style!

Since I draw both ships at the same time the sanemi x izzy route will be tagged nemi x izzy and the kyojuro x izzy route kyo x izzy

Thank you!

Bonus

Trying to draw Kyojuro the way Kotteri sensei draws Aleksander because the way she draws men gives me happy chemicals

Thinking about how in another life, maybe Sanemi and Iz could have worked things out. Maybe in the hc that kyojuro dies i might change that and make iz actually survive the whole muzan ordeal and she gets back with sanemi again. Maybe that’s a whole separate timeline all together. Kinda cute though.

“Hey we weren’t mature and kind of stupid when we first fell for each other. Can we try again?” Type of deal because it is cannon how after genya dies sanemi got a lot softer. He’s more patient, more understanding, more complient. And Iz is more conscious, more willing to reciprocate his anxiety, more sober to understand that a strength of a hashira is still human strength since even Kyojuro lost.

Just an idea and excuse for me to draw more SaneIz stuff haha

One fear i have about doing a sanemi x iz comic or series exploring that relationship is because I actually don’t know the character well. Like yeah i’ve seen him in the anime and read the manga, but i haven’t dug as deep as much as kyojuro. And i fear my interpretation of him when i draw him would end up wrong? I just fear the thought of someone going “oh ew that’s not what sanemi would say at all” because mean and morally grey characters but with a heart of gold is so hard to write. How do you actually balance between “oh yeah that’s something he’d say” and “oh that’s a hc isn’t, it’s kinda cool”

A lot of my kny x oc art isn’t heavily lore implied in my character side of things, because i want people to be able to put their own y/ns in my character’s place. But every time i drew sanemi and iz it became very…personal. I don’t know how to “share” this man with you

But I wanna try

Try again?

Anything you want it to be.

Lovers to exes to lovers kind of thing

Inspired mostly by this fic from my friend T

Someone should give flowers to him, he acts tough but i know his ass is soft

Anyways-

oh i dont know if anyone wants to know this or not but might as well, all things with my OC and Kyojuro is tagged kyo x izzy and for Sanemi with my OC it's nemi x Izzy <3

Headcanon that kyojuro is the one who gave Iz the white haori but it was Sanemi who sent it to the tailor to have it embroidered with the cloud motifs. Also hc that Iz also got the same uniform as mitsuri and Sanemi was the one who burnt the uniform for her and got her the normal one

Clumsy <3

the exact same way

cw: 1.3k wc, female reader, modern au, exes to lovers, you and sanemi are beating around the bush like two idiots meant to be. dedicated to @erexart and inspired by her art, which is gorgeous always y'all should really check her out right now!!!!

Despite his hard edges and rough exterior, Sanemi is pretty easily convinced to let people penetrate his well guarded castle of self preservation. You see, the thing is he likes watching them try. It’s amusing.

It’s less amusing when they succeed and Sanemi isn’t even sure he can pinpoint the exact moment when his walls ended up melting like butter left in the sun.

What was your moment? You’re not sure yourself. The relationship began backed by mutual attraction and balanced by exhausting banter. Sanemi became your lover before he had the chance of being your friend and that’s probably part of the reason why it didn’t work out in the end.

Still, you’ve been good for each other: he was caring, attentive, sweet in his own special way. Even at the very beginning, the sharpest of his endeavors was never enough to keep you at distance. Sanemi was abrupt, insolent, often unpleasant to be around, but he was never impolite. He never once pressured you into doing something you weren’t sure about, always respected your boundaries. He made you fall for him without you even noticing and it must’ve been the same for him, it must’ve meant something that the pile of his clothes in your drawers kept increasing in volume, it must’ve meant something that he’d wake up early on sundays to fix you your favorite breakfast. He must’ve loved you as much as you loved him.

Still, he understood why you had to part ways. Sanemi isn’t stupid and neither are you, the cracks in the golden facade of the relationship were getting too deep to ignore. Each time he’d come home late from a work dinner or a night out with his friends, your jealousy and insecurities would make you aggressive, petty. It felt like Sanemi had less and less time for you and when you were together, all you did was fight. About dishes, your friends, his friends, socks left on the floor, what you chose to wear, what he’d forget to pick up at the grocery store. It was a necessary but not at all pretty separation. It hurt, as the love was still there but the awareness of having to let the other find someone else, someone better, was there just as much.

It worked out, for a while. Barely. You were still friends and texted from time to time but still gave each other the space needed to find yourselves once more, with different people. You welcomed other guys in your life, in your bed and routine, forced them to fit into the shape of the one man you were still in love with. The longest frequentation lasted three months and it was still not quite the match.

Sanemi dated less than you but he did so just as intensely, going as far as moving in with a woman he was desperate to love. He missed you but welcomed the feeling of being ready to put down his walls for someone else, allowed who was once a stranger to carve out a space for herself in his life. Kanae packed her bags a year later, leaving him with a heavy heart and tired eyes: the infatuation had burned itself out like a candle placed in a jar, always destined to self-extinguish.

As months passed, you thought of each other less and less. He’d still like your instagram posts and you’d always chuckle at his stories but the need to text him or obsessively ruminate on the past had weakened over time. You thought deeper feelings had faded along with mutual attraction, leaving room for nothing more than sincere affection for someone who could always be a dear friend. That was until you met again at Iguro’s wedding.

Sanemi looked dashing in his suit and couldn’t keep his eyes off you throughout the entire evening, the casual conversation about each other’s latest updates not nearly enough to satiate his desire of you. There was newfound charm in your ways, the vibration to his pitch now gracious. Both so unsure, cautious, yet smiling and swaying in each other’s arms for a dance turned ten, for Mitsuri and Iguro and everyone else to see. Tengen’s knowing smirk would’ve been nothing short of infuriating if it wasn’t for how you suddenly felt whole again, after so long.

“I want to see you again” he said as you sipped champagne from the flute in your hand, warmth exploding in your chest.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea” you replied, honest, despite fingers itching to feel his uneven skin once more. Sanemi offered a smile and a slight shrug of the shoulders.

“I just want to see you, that’s all. I promise”.

How could you say no to just being in each other’s lives once more?

And so, saw each other you did. You’re friends now, finally free to go out to grab coffee and sometimes one another’s hand, happy to share lunch and watch movies and wake up early to grab breakfast in that one special sidewalk cafe just outside of town. Friends who are so comfortable with each other and never mention anything about other people you may or may not be seeing. Friends who are maybe still just as desperately smitten but terrified of overstepping, rushing, resuming the building process of a castle destined to crumble once more.

Nevertheless, you can’t really help yourself when you see them. Hues of red, pink and white capture your attention and prompt you to stop in the middle of the sidewalk when the silliest, old memory strikes your brain.

The shop owner is a delight, so kind and skilled, the final product looks gorgeous in its simplicity and probably even slightly larger than what you had initially asked for, at the same price. You hum a song to youself and there’s a skip in your step as you walk home, where you know he’s waiting, courtesy of the spare key you never really wanted back.

Sanemi is sprawled on your couch, still no sign of the dinner he swore he was totally going to get together. The sight makes your eyes soften and, as you kick off your shoes, you can’t help but remember all the times you’d been on top of him on that very same couch, napping and then kissing and talking and never wanting to get up again. You never really got the same sleep ever since breaking up, the peacefulness and sense of security that came from being in his arms, where you thought you’d always be. Oh, well.

“Sanemi, I’m home!”.

He’s suddenly woken up by your high pitched singsong and something soft being not so gently placed on his face.

“Christ” he groans “can’t you find different ways to wake me up, woman?”.

You grin, mischievous, plop down next to him.

“Wouldn’t be as fun”.

He’s too startled to reply with one of his usual quips, the bouquet of colorful camellias unusually warm against his palm.

“What the hell are these?” he murmurs, actual harshness nowhere to be found.

“Remember when you said you never received flowers, like, ever? I saw them and thought they were really pretty and, I don’t know. I remembered”

Sanemi clutches the bouquet a little tighter and the kraft paper wrinkles in his hold.

“That’s stupid. Men don’t need flowers” it’s almost a whisper and you don’t have the chance to take offense, because he gently brings the camellias to his face and takes a deep breath. You smile.

“Everyone deserves flowers. You like them?”

“No” he’s quick to reply, voice muffled, face still buried in colorful shades “they’re ugly. I hate them”

Sanemi finally glances in your direction at the sound of your silvery laugh, crimson on the cheeks conveniently camouflaged within ruby red flowers.

“The same way you hate me?” you tease, daring. He’s more than ready to welcome the challenge. Has been for a while, honestly.

“Yeah, actually” he mutters, eyes glistening with emotion “the exact same way I hate you”

Finally got to do some scene redraws with my kny oc ehehe <3

Gracie abrams, you will always be the anthem between sanemi and my oc

Heyho, nobody asked but here is some hcs on what timeskip izzy and sanemi is like (spoiler alert also they don’t get together)

I think Izzy’s reincarnation is a shinazugawa and is cousins with Sanemi’s reincarnation Sanehiro. She has a small crush on him when she was about 6 and as she grows older Sanehiro would tease her a lot and mock her about it. When she met Kyojuro’s reincarnation, Toujuro, I can imagine Iz always tries to walk the roundabout way home to avoid Sanehiro from seeing her with him. When Toujuro finds out about the little family feud he just laughed and called her cute

She would get embarrassed to meet him at family functions but they always look out for each other. Family code.

I don’t have a name for her yet though, and none of these are final, i might change her design soon, just interesting to think about :)

I actually have so much sanemi x oc stuff but i never post them because all sanemi i drew look like ass

I think i can draw kyojuro pretty well now but sanemi is mystery like wtf is that hair

i can't stop thinking about that audio😭

Seeing you tonight is a bad idea right?

I’m thinking about revising Izzy’s backstory and how her story with Sanemi goes

What i’m thinking so far is that Izzy was looking for a hashira to take her as a tsuguko. Shinobu is out since she already has one, Iguro won’t tolerate anyone besides mitsuri, mitsuri wasn’t a hashira yet when she joined, kyojuro is out because of canon reasons (his training is too hard everybody just quits) and the other breathing styles don’t suit her strength. Kyojuro recommended Sanemi because she’s quite agile and speedy, wind breathing seems to work for her. I think Kyojuro would be the one to introduce her to him, and he at first declined. Through Kyojuro’s persuasion he ended up bringing her for one mission. Izzy caught feelings for him during that.

Maybe some time passes by and she kept pestering him, also told Mitsuri about how cool Sanemi was. Then Sanemi found out about the whole crush thing via Iguro (since mitsuri was sending letters and blabbering about it to him). Sanemi calls her back for training just to poke fun but eventually caught feelings back

The relationship lasted about a year and was not perfect. Sanemi wanted her to quit but she has a dream to be a hashira. Fights ensue and both parts were stubborn and clumsy. They both decided to end things after that and she stopped being his tsuguko to develop her own breathing.

After a few years as she grew older she ended up liking kyojuro, but was scarred from dating sanemi so she held herself back, she planned to tell him once she killed her 50th demon (canonly that’s when a slayer can be promoted as a hashira) but mugen train happened

Skip fast forward demons are eradicated, sanemi, Iz, giyuu are the last hashiras alive. She has a permanent knee injury that halts her ability to walk. Sanemi comes by often to check on her. They both spend time more often and reconnect since they both don’t have much time to live anyways (demon slayer mark hc) they fall in love the second time now being much older and wiser. Maybe have a couple kids before sanemi kicks the bucket first

Is this interesting or too mary sue/cliche? Idk writing ocs are hard ahaha. Not final yet though