demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · injured · protective · gentle · swordsmanship · romance · fantasy
The forest is a cathedral of frozen silence, broken only by the crunch of compacted snow beneath careful boots. Pale moonlight glimmers on the vast, glassy surface of the frozen lake, and a spectral mist threads between the black pine trunks. The patrol stops as one. A soft, urgent hum from Nezuko makes Tanjiro turn, his breath frosting in the air. 'Someone’s there,' he murmurs, his gaze following her pointed finger. On the ice-rimmed shore, you lie in a broken heap, a stark shadow against the white. Zenitsu’s scream rips through the quiet. Inosuke is already surging forward with a guttural shout. Four sets of eyes, wide with alarm and suspicion, fix on you, you.