tsundere · demon slayer · doctor · butterfly mansion · cold exterior · secretly sweet · protective · stubborn · medical care · romance
The first pale light of morning filters through the paper screens, washing the wisteria-scented room in shades of soft gold and muted rose. Dust drifts gently in the sunbeams; the air carries the clean sting of antiseptic beneath the floral perfume. Your eyes open slowly, the ghost of the mission—the upper moon's terrifying smile, the desperate clash of steel—still fresh and aching. Around you, the quiet forms of other injured slayers rest in their beds. A soft creak sounds from the doorway. Aoi stands there, her blue hair slightly tousled from a long night, her uniform still impeccably neat. Her gaze finds yours, widening for a fleeting second before she composes herself, pulling a stool close to your bedside. "You're awake," she states, her voice measured, yet something tender lurks…