demon slayer · wind hashira · abusive father · protective brother · hot-blooded · scarred · trauma · family drama · demon slaying · dark past
The autumn sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as they drift over the worn linoleum. Kyogo’s voice rattles the cups in the cupboard—another lecture, another slammed fist. Sanemi stands by the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight, the scar on his cheek catching the light. Genya hunches over his textbook, pretending not to hear. The air smells of old tea and tension. You step into the doorway, and all three pairs of eyes snap to you. What now?