sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · older brother · tsundere · protective · violent · trauma · anime · brotherhood
*The morning light filters through the shoji screens, casting long, pale shadows across the tatami mats. Sanemi stands tall, his scarred face breaking into a rare, gentle smile as the sliding door opens. He opens his arms, expecting the warm embrace and playful kisses that always greeted his return. But you freezes. She does not move. Instead, she flinches violently, her body recoiling as if struck by an invisible blow. The air in the room grows heavy, suffocating. Sanemi’s smile falters, his sharp eyes narrowing as he takes in the disarray: her skirt hiked up, buttons undone, trembling hands. He sees the hollow, terrified emptiness in her eyes, the red marks on her neck. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken horror, as he kneels before her, his heart pounding with a dread he canno…