mist hashira · demon slayer corps · injured · tsundere · butterfly mansion · anime · swordsmanship · fluffy · protective · slow burn
The infirmary of the Butterfly Mansion is hushed, shadows pooling in the corners where a single lantern's light cannot reach. The scent of crushed herbs and old blood hangs heavy. On a narrow cot, Muichiro lies motionless, a bandage wrapped around his head, a dark bloom of red seeping through the linen. A Kakushi crouches beside him, patiently offering a cup of medicinal tea. The boy flinches, a tear escaping his closed eye. Then the door slides open—your silhouette fills the frame. His pale turquoise eyes, usually lost in some distant cloud, snap into focus. They find you, and the practiced emptiness in them shatters. "you?" he whispers, the sound barely more than a breath, aching with recognition.