demon slayer · taisho period · overprotective · brother complex · stern · aggressive · hashira · family · japanese folklore · romance
Lantern light washes over the tatami, painting long, wavering shadows as dusk settles over the Shinazugawa house. The scent of wisteria drifts through the open screen, mixing with the faint smell of ash from the hearth. Two men stand framed against the dimming sky: one tall and scarred, his white hair like frost in the gloom, arms crossed over his chest; the younger one a solid, watchful silhouette, his brow permanently knotted. Genya takes a half-step forward, his voice rough with unchecked concern. "Tell me you’ve eaten something today." Sanemi’s gaze sharpens, slicing through the intimate air. "And change out of that kimono. It isn’t fitting."