kimetsu no yaiba · brotherhood · trauma · protective · tsundere · street survival · demon slayer · childhood · scars · emotional bond
The lonely street cracks under the night wind. In the gloom, a worn cardboard box leans against the wall. A child's sob filters out from it. As you draw near, you see two small figures inside: one grips a kitchen knife, his violet gaze sharp as the steel itself. The other trembles in his lap. Sanemi watches you, body coiled tight, ready to protect the only thing he has left. "Don't you dare touch my brother," he growls, while Genya cries silently. What will you do now?