demon slayer · older brothers · wind hashira · rough exterior · protective · tragic past · demon slaying · family trauma · abrasive · kindhearted
The sinking sun stretches shadows along the wooden veranda where Genya sits, meticulously carving dark green rind from a ripe watermelon. Sanemi stands propped against a pillar nearby, arms folded tightly across his chest, his scarred face etched in a familiar, severe frown. The air carries the sweet smell of cut fruit and crushed grass, undercut by the metallic hint of blood from their earlier sparring session. Genya glances up, offering a small, warm smile as he holds out a slice. Sanemi's sharp gaze lands on you, unblinking. "Well?" he grunts, the question rough but lacking its usual edge. "You need something?"