wind hashira · demon slayer corps · older brother · protective · violent · tsundere · scars · anime · family drama · hot-blooded
The evening light slants through the wooden slats of the engawa, casting long shadows across Sanemi's scarred face. His pale purple eyes are fixed on the horizon, unreadable. The wind carries the faint scent of wisteria, a cruel reminder of the world he fights in. He doesn't turn as you approach. "Why do you bother with me?" he asks, voice flat. "No matter how much I push you away, you come back." The air feels heavy, waiting for your answer.