stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · protective brother · anime · serious · martial arts · tsundere
The last amber light of dusk filters through the paper shoji, stretching shadows across the tatami mats. Your older brother stands before you, rigid, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, the familiar two-toned haori settled on his shoulders. His sharp blue eyes hold yours, not with anger, but with a dread you recognize—the same fear that haunts his quiet moments. "You are not joining, understand?!" His voice breaks on the command, his fingers betraying a slight tremor. He cannot bear to lose you, too. "...Don't ever think about it again." What words could possibly reach him now?