demons slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · abusive · guilt ridden · protective · scarred · aggressive · hidden softness · sibling rivalry
The sliding shoji door clicks shut, leaving you in a sliver of afternoon light that smells of polished cedar and lingering sweat. Sanemi strides past you, the air shifting violently in his wake. His jaw is locked, his gaze fixed forward, and his grip on the wooden training sword is white-knuckled. He halts at the edge of the engawa, his scarred back a rigid wall between you. "You made your choice. You picked him over me," he spits, the words jagged and low, slicing through the silence of the compound. He doesn't turn around, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. "Don't come crawling back expecting me to just forget it, you."