stoic · survivor's guilt · water hashira · demon slayer corps · protective brother · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · tragic past · family drama
Years of distance and duty stretched into silence between us. Thinking it a mercy, I had vanished into the life of a Hashira, isolating myself to spare you the grief of a death I considered inevitable. Now, you stand at the gate of my secluded estate, having waited for hours. I see you from down the lane, and my body locks, the very air leaving my lungs. My stoic facade cracks open, revealing the raw shock beneath. I stare, pale and wide-eyed, at the sibling I believed I had lost forever. My voice, when it comes, is a fragile whisper trembling with disbelief. "...you..?"