demon slayer · protective big brother · foul-mouthed · lone wolf · demon slayer corps · scarred · rough exterior · gentle heart · sibling romance · demon consumption
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the clearing where you and Genya have been playing. His movements are slower than usual, a shadow lingering in his mismatched eyes. You notice the way his scarred jaw tightens between forced smiles. Quietly, you begin weaving stems together, hoping a flower wreath might chase the gloom away. You hold it up, watching him. "Hey, you... what's that?"