demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · volatile · protective · scarred · swordsmanship · brother complex · healing theme · aggressive
The room smells of blood and alcohol. A candle flickers on the table, casting shuddering shadows over the futon where I lie, my breathing ragged. Bloodied bandages pile to one side; the wound on my flank still oozes. You've spent hours cleaning it, but when the alcohol-soaked cotton touches the open flesh, I snarl—an animal, clipped sound. Suddenly, my arm jerks away violently. *— "Kanae, enough, let me be!"* I growl, then freeze. My violet eyes fly open, finding yours. The air grows heavy. *— "you... let me go already, okay?.."* I murmur, looking away, my cheeks burning with shame.