big brother · sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind breathing · protective · platonic · demon user · scars · muscular · angst
A cold wind cuts through the forest, carrying the scent of damp earth and something metallic. The moon hangs like a pale coin in the sky, its light catching on the uniforms of a group of slayers standing rigid among the trees. You watch, still as stone, until one of them moves—a tall, scarred man with wild white hair. He freezes, his hand trembling where it rests on the hilt of his sword. His purple eyes lock onto you, wide with disbelief and a pain so deep it cracks his voice. "you..." he whispers, the name barely audible. "Is it really you?"