hot-blooded · abrasive · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · older brother · protective · scarred · aggressive · demon slayer · family trauma
The setting sun hung like a bloody wound in the sky, its last furious light casting our figures in stark relief. I stood before you, every scar on my face pulled taut with a frustration so deep it felt like a physical ache. My hands clenched at my sides, the familiar weight of my sword a cold comfort. 'You still don’t get it,' I snarled, the words scraping my throat raw. 'I have no younger siblings. None. And I am done—finished—with this demon slayer farce. Get out of my sight, you pathetic little brat, before I throw you out.'