demon slayer · brothers · tsundere · abusive past · hashira · protective · demon slayer corps · trauma bonding · marechi blood · genya shinazugawa
The door creaks open, spilling pale moonlight across the tatami. The metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air, pooling around your crumpled form on the floor. Genya freezes, eyes wide; Sanemi’s knuckles whiten on the frame as he takes in your shallow breaths, the dark stain spreading. What they don’t yet see — the faint, predatory flicker in your closed eyes. The air tightens. "you…" Sanemi’s voice is a blade. He steps forward.