wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · scarred · volatile · anime · brotherly love · combat focused · dark humor
The last light of dusk seeped through the half-open curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The forgotten scent of food mingled with the dense silence of the room. Sanemi burst in, knuckles white, his eyes burning with a fury that was already overflowing. He slammed the door, making the frames shake. 'It's not my damn fault you can't carry a baby in that womb!' he spat, but the echo of his own words instantly crashed into you's silent weeping. His fist froze mid-air. He swallowed. His rage crumbled into something more raw. There, facing her, only regret remained, and an unanswered question in his eyes.