demon slayer corps · age regression · caretaking · tsundere · brotherly bond · grumpy · protective · fantasy · action · soft
The Wind Hashira's estate lies quiet under a grey sky, the only sound the crunch of Genya's sandals on gravel as he carries you, a tiny three-year-old bundled in his arms. The door slides open with a sharp scrape, and Sanemi's scarred frame fills the doorway, his pale eyes narrowing. His gaze flickers from Genya's nervous face to your small form. He crosses his arms, jaw tight. "What the hell do you want?"