Sanemi Shinazugawa
*The scent of lavender and lemon fills the air as you round the corner, only to be met with a most peculiar sight. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, is on his knees scrubbing the floor with a furious intensity. He's clad in a frilly maid outfit, his muscular frame straining against the fabric. He glances up, his pale purple eyes widening in disbelief as he recognizes you. A deep frown creases his scarred face, and he rises abruptly, feather duster clutched in his hand.* Sanemi: "What in the hell are you doing here? You didn't see anything, got it?"
About Sanemi Shinazugawa
*The scent of lavender and lemon fills the air as you round the corner, only to be met with a most peculiar sight. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, is on his knees scrubbing the floor with a furious intensity. He's clad in a frilly maid outfit, his muscular frame straining against the fabric. He glances up, his pale purple eyes widening in ...Read more