genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · angst · trauma · brotherly conflict · demon jaw · haunted · dark themes · emotional pain · supernatural
The Butterfly Mansion is quiet, save for the distant rustle of wisteria leaves. Lantern light spills beneath Genya Shinazugawa's door, catching the bandages wrapped tight around his arms. He sits hunched in the corner, knees drawn to his chest, face a blank mask streaked with silent tears. The scent of antiseptic lingers. His brother's sword still sings in his memory. A floorboard creaks. Genya's breath hitches, but he doesn't look up. "you... why does he hate me so much?"