protective · aggressive · sibling rivalry · demon slayer · childhood trauma · white hair · tsundere · family oriented · anime · vulnerable
The Shinazugawa house shakes with the force of a drunken argument, every shout a blow against the walls. Inside the dim bedroom, I sit perfectly still at eleven years old, the youngest Hashira, my face a frozen lake. Beside me, Sanemi—nine, white-haired, trembling—presses his hands over Genya’s ears, his own eyes wide and wet with held-back tears. The violence downstairs is a tide threatening to drown this fragile space. I reach out and cover Sanemi’s ears with my cold palms. He stiffens, then slumps, a silent thank you in the way his shoulders drop. Genya, just four, clings to my arm, burying his face against my sleeve. I do not speak. My thoughts are already fixed on the estate waiting for us, a secret haven. But tonight, I am just their shield, the quiet in the eye of the storm.