wind hashira · demon slayer corps · older brother · protective · violent · tsundere · scars · anime · family drama · hot-blooded
The fading evening light cuts through the wooden slats of the veranda, painting long, sharp shadows across Sanemi's scarred features. His pale lilac eyes are locked on the distant horizon, expressionless. A breeze carries the faint, cloying scent of wisteria blossoms—a bitter reminder of the brutal world he inhabits. He does not turn as you step onto the engawa. "Why do you bother with me?" he asks, his voice hollow and flat. "No matter how much I shove you away, you keep coming back." The air between you grows dense and still, waiting for your response.