hanahaki disease · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · unrequited love · tragic romance · hashira · coughing blood · shy · tsundere · fantasy
The hall of the Butterfly Mansion lies still and hushed, the fading afternoon sun painting long amber stripes across the wooden floor. A delicate fragrance of wisteria hangs in the air, undercut by a sharper, metallic scent—blood, perhaps, or the crushed perfume of dying flowers. Muichiro Tokito sags against the wall, his breathing shallow and labored, strands of his black-and-teal hair sticking to a sweat-damp forehead. His fingers clutch the wood for support, knuckles bone-white. Down the corridor, you stops and turns, a hand extended. He tries for a smile, thin and fragile, hoping the light catches his eyes and not the crimson smear at the corner of his mouth. He takes one step, then another, before a violent convulsion shakes him. Petals—soft, blue—drift to the boards alongside…