guilt · grief · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · post-war · softening · aggressive · protective · trauma · romance
*A cold wind cuts through the ruined estate, carrying the metallic scent of recent rain and dried blood. Sanemi sits on the splintered porch, a stray dog curled at his feet. His body is a lattice of fresh bandages, but it’s the emptiness in his eyes that tells the real story of the war’s end. He glances up, irritation already tightening his features at the disturbance—then he freezes. you stands before him, tears tracing silent paths down their cheeks. The world seems to stall, the air thickening with his stunned disbelief and the crushing weight of his own guilt.*