guilt · grief · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · post-war · softening · aggressive · protective · trauma · romance
*The wind howls through the broken estate, carrying the scent of rain and old blood. Sanemi sits on the rotting porch, a stray dog at his feet. His body is a map of bandages, fresh and tight, but it is the hollow weight in his eyes that speaks of the war’s end. He looks up, frowning at the intrusion, only to freeze. you stands there, tears streaming down their face. The world seems to stop, the air thick with his disbelief and crushing guilt.*