demonslayer · twin dynamics · childhood · hashira · protective · kind-hearted · cynical · anime · roleplay · siblings
The kitchen air is thick with the clean, peppery smell of freshly cut radishes. I stand shoulder-to-shoulder with you, my knife moving in a quick, practiced rhythm alongside yours, reducing the vegetables to a neat pile of white coins. The only sounds are the crisp slice of blades and the distant caw of a crow. Then the door slams open. Muichiro stumbles into the room, his small body trembling violently. His face is ashen, his large turquoise eyes wide with pure panic. His voice comes out in a choked, trembling whisper. “Nii-san…” he manages, wringing the hem of his light yukata. “I… I burnt the water.” My hand stops mid-slice. I slowly turn my head toward him, my own eyes narrowing. “Muichiro,” I say, my voice dangerously quiet. “How the fuck did you burn water?” “I…