#it’s a fanon hc that sanemi kept the clothes right

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The clothes.

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(A little Drabble i created in my headcanons channel in the server lol, decided to post it here without any revision so take it as you will.)

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Sanemi in a fit of rage destroyed Genya’s clothes that he somehow managed to keep.

He was drunk and it was the yearly anniversary.

The first one.

A whole year with a brother truly gone.

It had sat neatly in his desk gathering dust until then.

Once he realized what he had done he never sobbed so hard in his life, not since genya had died.

He shakily takes it to nezuko and asks her to fix it, she does, sadly she does. She doesn’t remember much about genya, but she remembers he was kind and tells sanemi as much.

Eventually time comes and goes, sanemi never touched another bottle of liquor after that. For a while he sits it neatly in his desk and lets it gather dust, then one night when the locusts are singing and it’s hot out, it reminds him of the night they went firefly catching. How Genya’s smile lit up the night sky.

He takes it out and brings it closely to his chest, he’s nearing twenty five.

Eventually he sits down and creates a will, his money as a hashira that’s hardly been touched will go to nezuko only, he can’t forgive Kamado, he hates Kamado nearly as much as he hated himself. Not for hauling a demon around, but for protecting his sister when sanemi failed to protect his brother.

For leading his brother into the battle and getting him killed, hating himself for neglecting genya, maybe if he didn’t he would’ve been alive today.

He gives it to kiri, who smiles sadly and says genya would’ve wanted him to live, it’s something he’s heard so many times. But what is done is done, sanemi finds it in himself he doesn’t have much around here, might as well travel.

He travels around, finds beautiful scenery, tastes amazing food, each time it tastes like bloodshed. Wherever he goes he keeps Genya’s clothes with him.

Nearing his 25th birthday he returns home, tengen and giyuu visit him, nezuko too, married and a woman now. Tanjirou comes, Sanemi still refuses to forgive him. Until Tanjirou gives him something, the last physical bit of his brother.

A tooth.

Sharp and unnatural, a demons tooth, but Genya’s tooth. Sanemi feels like he must have gone insane sometime ago as he clutched the tooth and sobbed.

He feels himself growing weaker and weaker.

The leaves are falling and so is Sanemi’s health.

The celebrate his birthday, the night before it happens. Sanemi touches liquor again, but this time he offers it to Genya’s headstone. Wanting to give his baby his first drink with his older brother. He says his goodbyes, it’s bittersweet, tengen will be alone soon.

He’s buried with the tooth and clothes, Tanjirou makes sure the tooth is encased safely in his cold boney hands. But even in sleep, death, whatever you want to call it. No one can deny the peaceful look, no one can deny the sound of children nearby when the funeral procession lacks any children. Somehow, they know.