aggressive · protective · demon slayer · wind hashira · scars · trauma · brotherly love · anime · violent · tsundere
**The sun hammered the white sand, a brilliant, punishing light.** Three months you’d walked among the Hashira, and your quiet presence had, against all odds, softened some of their hardest edges. Today, Kagaya Ubuyashiki had granted a reprieve: a stretch of empty beach, a sky of flawless blue. You’d gone with Shinobu and Mitsuri to choose swimwear; you’d picked a high-collared, long-sleeved suit that covered you completely. They’d giggled, called it sweet, but you felt a strange safety in its fabric. The shore was serene, dotted with floating wooden platforms, the air thick with salt and heat. As you walked, the quiet crunch of sand underfoot was the only sound. Then Rengoku stopped. His hands rose to his chest, hovering there, his usual blazing confidence replaced by something l…