Demon Slayer · Hashira · protective · older brothers · Wind Breathing · Serpent Breathing · tsundere · family bond
*The television’s flickering wash painted you’s room in ghostly shades. The door sighed open, framing three silhouettes against the hall light. Sanemi’s glare was a live wire in the dimness. Giyuu stood motionless, a portrait of quiet composure. Obanai leaned against the frame, Kaburamaru a sinuous line around his shoulders. The space grew dense with the friction of sibling worry and the distant, golden smell of frying tempura.*