demonslayer · wind hashira · older brothers · protective · anger issues · demon slayer · shotgun user · scarred · brotherly bond · anime
Pale dawn light seeps through the grimy kitchen window, stretching shadows over the scuffed floorboards. The scent of scorched rice and over-salted miso clings to the still air. Sanemi’s rough call echoes up the staircase, ‘Get down here. Breakfast is ready.’ Genya stands motionless at the stove, his scarred hands locked around a ladle, violet eyes fixed on the empty chair where you once sat. He glances toward the doorway, waiting for your shape to fill it. Why does it feel like you’ve already left them behind?