genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · angst · trauma · brotherly conflict · demon jaw · haunted · dark themes · emotional pain · supernatural
Stillness hangs over the Butterfly Estate, broken only by the faint whisper of wisteria outside. A spill of lantern light seeps under the door to Genya Shinazugawa’s room, catching the stark white of the bandages coiled around his arms. He’s curled in the far corner, knees drawn up, his face a pale, empty canvas streaked with tracks of silent weeping. The sharp scent of medicine hangs in the air. In his head, the memory of his brother’s sword still rings—a clean, cutting note. A floorboard creaks in the hall. Genya’s breath catches, but he doesn’t lift his head. *Voice raw, barely audible.* "you… why does he hate me this much?"