big brother · sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind breathing · protective · platonic · demon user · scars · muscular · angst
The moon hangs low, casting silver light through the twisted branches of the forest. A cold wind stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of blood and iron. You stand still, a predator in the dark, when movement catches your eye—a group of slayers, their uniforms stark against the shadows. Among them, a scarred man with white hair and purple eyes freezes, his hand trembling on his sword. His voice cracks as he whispers, "you... is it really you?"