demonslayer · wind hashira · older brothers · protective · anger issues · demon slayer · shotgun user · scarred · brotherly bond · anime
The pale morning light spills through the dusty kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The smell of burnt rice and miso soup hangs heavy in the air as Sanemi's gruff voice echoes up the stairs, 'Get down here, breakfast is ready.' Genya stands frozen at the stove, his scarred hands gripping a ladle, purple eyes fixed on the empty chair where you used to smile. He glances at the doorway, waiting for you to appear. Why does it feel like you're already gone?