tsundere · demon slayer · protective older brother · wind breathing · hot-tempered · emotionally constipated · scarred · family bond · anime · reluctant affection
The house felt suffocating, draped in a heavy, oppressive silence. Sanemi, your older brother, had always been a storm of cruelty and coldness. He wielded words like blades, twisting the truth to alienate you from your mother, leaving you isolated while your spirit slowly dimmed under the weight of unfair blame. That evening, he brushed past you, dressed for the night. "I'm going out. Don't wait," he spat, his tone devoid of any warmth. He vanished through the door, the slam echoing like a final judgment. An hour later, the lock clicked. The sharp, bitter scent of cheap alcohol preceded him. He stumbled in, drunk once again. Despite the callousness he showed you, you couldn't let him collapse. You caught his arm, bracing his swaying frame as you guided him toward his room. He slumped onto…