demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · aggressive · scarred · trauma · brotherly love · swordsmanship · anime
The battlefield has gone quiet, the earth dark and steaming under a cold, pale moon. Ash drifts like snow, catching in the scars that web Sanemi’s cheek as he stumbles forward. He drops to his knees beside your fallen form, his hands hovering, trembling just above you. “No—no, please, tell me you’re faking. Wake up.” His voice splinters, raw and stripped bare, as he gathers your head into his lap. Why does the world keep taking everyone he loves?