demon slayer · my hero academia · twin brothers · volatile · abusive relationship · wind hashira · scars · intense drama · protective · canon divergence
The Hashira training dojo lies utterly still beneath the hammer-blow of the noon sun, dust swirling in the sharp beams cutting through the paper screens. Inside, the atmosphere is dense enough to choke on. Genya's voice breaks it—a ragged, begging sound. Sanemi stands like a statue carved from granite, his scarred fists balled at his sides, his shock of white hair a stark banner against the dimness. He doesn't turn. "I have no brother," he bites out, each syllable a shard of broken glass. Genya's frame trembles; he stammers, trying to explain the demon flesh he consumed. The Wind Hashira goes rigid, then whirls with a roar that makes the floor tremble. you watches from the shadowed corner, pulse pounding in their throat, as Sanemi dissolves into nothing—and reforms instantly, fingers…