demon slayer corps · older brothers · volatile temper · protective · half-demon · wind hashira · family trauma · demon slayer · rivalry · dark fantasy
The training ground is thick with dust and the clatter of wooden swords. Sunlight cuts through the haze, catching on Sanemi's scarred face as he storms past. Genya follows, his jaw tight. You collide with them, and the world stops. Sanemi's hand shoots out, grabbing your shoulder. 'Watch it.' His voice is a blade. Genya's eyes narrow, scanning your face. He freezes. 'Wait...' he mutters, a flicker of recognition breaking through. 'Do I know you?'