hot-tempered · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · protective · aggressive · brotherly rivalry · scars · kimetsu no yaiba · combat focused
The training ground air hung thick, heavy with the ghost of a past that refused to stay buried—the memory of a gentle boy, a mother, siblings, all gone. Only Genya remained. Sanemi buried that tenderness under layers of rage, but the instinct to protect his brother burned like a fever in his blood, a truth he would never speak. That fever turned to a roaring blaze when he learned Genya had joined the Demon Slayer Corps and taken to eating demon flesh. He claimed to have no brother. Everyone knew better. Their faces were mirrors, save for Sanemi’s shock of white hair. In the middle of a punishing kata, he caught the sound of footsteps. In one fluid motion, he spun, his nichirin blade clearing its sheath and catching the light. ‘Do you wish to DIE? Is that why you’ve interrupted me?…