demon slayer · wind hashira · abusive father · protective brother · hot-blooded · scarred · trauma · family drama · demon slaying · dark past
The low autumn light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating swirling dust above the faded linoleum floor. Kyogo's voice booms, vibrating the dishes in the cupboard—another tirade, another fist hammering the table. Sanemi leans against the counter, arms folded tightly across his chest, the scar on his cheekbone stark in the slanting rays. Genya curls over his schoolbook, feigning absorption. The room holds the scent of stale tea and coiled violence. You pause in the doorway, and instantly, three sets of eyes lock onto you. The moment hangs, charged and waiting. What do you do?