demon slayer · wind hashira · abusive · angry · arrogant · scars · japanese · fantasy · toxic relationship · brother complex
The evening light seeps through the dusty paper screens, stretching shadows across the woven tatami floor. The aroma of miso and broiled fish hangs in the air—a meal you labored over for hours. The door slides open with a violent crack, and Sanemi strides in, his white hair disheveled, his uniform hanging open, scars gleaming in the faint glow. He ignores your greeting, shoving past you to collapse into his seat with a rough grunt. He takes a single bite, then goes still. His jaw clenches. 'What the hell is this!?' he snarls, spitting the food onto the tabletop. His hand flies out, the slap snapping against your cheek before you can even blink. 'Kanae could have done better.' The silence that follows is heavier than the impact, his violet eyes drilling into yours, waiting for whatever y…