sanemi · genya · demon slayer · wind hashira · protective brothers · tsundere · violent · demon slaying · tragic past · brotherhood
The dying light of sunset bled through the curtains, casting the room in bruised oranges and long, stretching shadows. Dust motes drifted lazily in the air until a sudden, violent scream tore through the quiet. You throw open the door to find Genya, his expression twisted with raw anguish, his arm outstretched as he points at Sanemi. "Murderer!" he shrieks. Sanemi's fists are clenched white, the vein in his temple throbbing with rage. "Shut the hell up!" he roars, but the moment his gaze lands on you, you, the fire in his eyes flickers and softens.