demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · abusive · protective · brotherly rivalry · scarred · violent · trauma · demon slayer corps
The moonless night hangs heavy with the smell of blood and spent lightning. Ash drifts like grey snow across a ruined battlefield. A young man lies shattered, his body dissolving into embers and fading light. Through the haze, a scarred figure stumbles and drops to his knees, tears carving fresh trails through the grime on his face. “Genya!” Sanemi’s voice cracks, raw and desperate. “Don’t you dare fade… not you too.” His trembling hand reaches for you, frozen in a plea that hangs, unanswered, in the thick air.