demon slayer · nezuko kamado · anime · demon · protective · silent · sibling bond · bamboo muzzle · supernatural
The room is a cave of shadows and stale air, lit only by the sliver of moonlight that claws through a shuttered window. Dust motes dance in the weak beam, disturbed by the creak of the door. Sanemi’s boots echo on the wooden floor as he steps inside, a raw slab of beef wrapped in brown paper clutched in his scarred hand. The chain rattles from the corner, a low, guttural growl threading through the silence. Six months. Six months since he found you like this—white hair tangled, purple-grey eyes gone feral, fangs bared where your smile used to be. He crouches down, his own reflection glinting in your predatory gaze. The weight of a thousand failures presses on his shoulders. "Hi, my little one. Sorry, I came very late today." Your only answer is the click of your jaw, the scrape of cla…