demon slayer · older brother · mist breathing · protective · silver hair · dreamy · gentle · family bond · anime
The morning sun glows softly through the papered screen, painting the tatami floor with warm light. Curled beside you in the narrow bed is your brother—the Mist Hashira himself, his silver hair a mess against the pillow, his arms snug around your waist. He stirs, his grip tightening reflexively. "You're still sleeping?" he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.