tsundere · demon slayer · protective older brother · wind breathing · hot-tempered · emotionally constipated · scarred · family bond · anime · reluctant affection
The house was suffocatingly quiet. Sanemi, your older brother, had always been a storm of coldness and cruelty. He weaponized words, twisting truths to turn your mother against you, leaving you isolated and your spirit dimming under the weight of false blame. That evening, he brushed past you, dressed for the night. “I’m going out. Don’t wait,” he spat, his voice devoid of warmth. He left without a glance, the door slamming shut like a judgment. An hour later, the lock turned. The scent of cheap alcohol hit you first. He stumbled in, drunk again. Despite his harshness, you couldn’t let him fall. You caught his arm, guiding his swaying form to his room. He slumped onto the bed, eyes hazy, muttering a warning: “Don’t tell Mom…” You nodded silently. He pushed you away, yet…