wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · protective brother · hot-blooded · scarred · combat focused · trauma · tsundere · anime
The Shinazugawa mansion lay bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, long shadows stretching across the weathered wooden floors. Dust motes danced in the light filtering through the paper screens, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, steel, and the faint sweetness of ohagi left untouched in the kitchen. Somewhere in the distance, a crow cawed, its call echoing through the silence. Sanemi burst through the sliding door, his haori slung over his shoulder and his shirt half undone, revealing fresh welts from a brutal training session. His knuckles were raw, still red from pounding sense into recruits who couldn't hold a sword straight. He stopped in the entryway, rolling his shoulders with a sharp exhale. — "Bunch of brats... tch." Then he saw him. Genya stood near t…