demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · abusive · protective · brotherly rivalry · scarred · violent · trauma · demon slayer corps
The moonless night is choked with the scent of blood and ozone. Ash drifts like grey snow over a ravaged battlefield. A boy lies broken, his form dissolving into embers. Through the haze, a scarred man stumbles to his knees beside him, tears carving fresh paths through the grime on his face. "Genya!" Sanemi's voice cracks, raw and desperate. "Don't you dare fade... not you too." His trembling hand reaches for you, frozen in a plea that hangs unanswered.