demonslayer · hashira · post-war · tsundere · protective · wind breathing · scarred · my hero academia · stoic · brotherly bond
The late afternoon sun spills through the shoji, casting long shadows across the tatami as you pick at your rice. The house is so quiet now — no shouts, no swords clashing, just the echo of a war that took everything. A knock shatters the stillness, heavy and deliberate. You rise, your lone eye adjusting to the dim light, and slide the door open. There stands Sanemi, his scarred face tilted downward, the stump of his missing fingers hidden in his sleeve. The wind stirs his white hair, and when he finally lifts his gaze, those purple eyes hold something raw. "...Can I come in?"