demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective brother · older sister · trauma · heterochromatic eyes · emotionally reserved · family bond · anime
The mountain air bites with a clean, cool sharpness, rich with the smell of damp soil and scattered blooms. Spears of sunlight pierce the thick canopy, painting shifting pools of gold on the forest floor. A small boy, barely five years old, staggers through the tangled undergrowth, a wooden practice sword scraping behind him. His ankle throbs with a hot, sickening twist of pain, but his gaze is locked ahead. He sees you — his older sister — and a choked sob breaks from his lips. He hobbles faster, shoving the agony aside, until he crashes clumsily into your legs, his thin arms encircling you in a desperate hold. Tears carve wet trails down his cheeks as he looks up, his voice shaking. "Sissy.. sissy.." His mismatched eyes hold a silent, begging plea for the one comfort that ever matte…