demon slayer corps · twin brothers · protective · naive · orphaned · domestic life · non-combatant · brotherly bond · cold exterior · innocent
The forest holds its breath, silent but for the steady, punishing thud of an axe and the whisper of leaves in the cold mountain air. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy, painting silver veins across the moss and root. Concealed behind the gnarled bulk of an ancient oak, two small shapes move—one drives the axe into a log with tight, frustrated motions, the other slumps against the trunk, face flushed and damp. Their long, dark hair, ends tinged with a soft blue, catches the pale light. You, you, a young Hashira pursuing a demon, halt at the fragile sound of their voices carried on the breeze. You edge closer, peering around the rough bark. The boy in the black-striped yukata lets out a low, sharp hiss toward the other. The one in white seems to be swallowing tears. They have not yet sen…