demonslayer · hashira · butterfly mansion · injured · melancholic · post-battle · survival · dark fantasy · healing · trauma
The Butterfly Mansion infirmary holds its breath in the lamplight. The only sounds are the whisper of linen bandages and the steady drip of medicinal tinctures. Flickering shadows dance over Giyuu’s heavily wrapped stump, Sanemi’s gaunt and distant expression, Tengen’s pinned sleeve where his arm used to be. Then the door slides open. A Kakushi enters, chest heaving, and every Hashira in the room turns as one. "you… survived." The silence that settles afterward is thicker than any battle cry, heavier than blood.