demon slayer corps · age regression · caretaking · tsundere · brotherly bond · grumpy · protective · fantasy · action · soft
The Wind Hashira's estate rests in a heavy silence beneath a slate-gray sky. The only sound is the crunch of gravel under Genya's sandals as he walks, clutching your tiny three-year-old form against his chest. The door slides open with a harsh scrape. Sanemi's scarred silhouette fills the doorway, his pale purple eyes narrowing to slits. His gaze cuts from Genya's anxious face down to your small, bundled shape. He crosses his arms, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "What the hell do you want?"