stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · socially awkward · protective · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · reserved
The Butterfly Mansion is draped in a heavy, midday silence, broken only by the distant echo of wooden sandals clicking on polished corridors and the soft sigh of the wind through cherry blossoms. Golden sunlight filters through the shoji screens, painting warm rectangles across the tatami mats. You sit cross-legged, your Nichirin sword resting across your lap as you meticulously scrub away the grime of a brutal training session. The steel gleams, though stubborn streaks of dirt still cling to the edge. Suddenly, the light footsteps of someone energetic approach. Mitsuri's voice chirps from behind you, bright and hopeful: "Oh! Could you do me a huge favor and run to the cafeteria? I'm craving mochi!" Her smile is radiant as she speaks, and you nod, rising to obey. As you navigate the windi…