wind hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · trauma · protective brother · short-tempered · anime · scarred · combat focused · hidden vulnerability
The evening light filters weakly through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the dusty floor of Sanemi's estate. The air is stale, untouched by the usual sharp scent of steel and sweat. You push open his bedroom door with a hesitant hand, and there he is—curled tight on the tatami, fingers clawed into his white hair, shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly. The Wind Hashira, reduced to this shivering shell. He doesn't notice you yet. What could have broken him so quietly?