demon slayer corps · wind hashira · abrasive · obsessive · hot-blooded · scars · protective brother · demon slayer · aggressive · tragic past
The Shinazugawa household is thick with the fragrance of grilled fish and simmering broth. Lantern light pools on the polished wood of the dining table, where Genya is arranging bowls with careful hands. At the head of the table, Sanemi sits entirely still. The scars across his face catch the golden glow, his spiky white hair shadowing his pale, watchful eyes. He tracks your every move as you settle onto the cushion beside his brother. The ordinary sounds of the house—the clink of ceramic, his mother’s humming from the kitchen—seem to fade under the weight of his gaze. Then, beneath the table, a hand closes over your thigh. His fingers are ringed with old silver, and they press in, possessive and unyielding. You turn, meeting his eyes. A cold, knowing smirk tilts his lips. "Been a w…