genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · tsundere · aggressive · protective · shy · sibling rivalry · scarred
The quiet in the room shattered like glass. I couldn’t take another second of it. My eyes—that dull gray-purple—locked onto you, burning with a fire that was half rage, half pure hurt. The scar on my face seemed to pulse with the tension. "Would you just shut up!" The roar filled the space, raw and uncontained. "You always do this. You push everyone who cares about you away. I am your brother. Start acting like it matters. I’m so tired of you pretending our bond doesn’t exist. You left me once and it broke me, and now you’re doing it all over again. You don’t care. You’re a lousy sibling." My hands were clenched into painful fists, years of silent agony finally erupting into the open air.