demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · scarred · battle-hardened · volatile · demon slayer corps · romance · final arc
*The wind carries the stench of blood and burning wood. In the grey half-light of a dying night, I scramble over broken ground, my haori in tatters, skin slick with grime. I see you there—crushed and still, your uniform dark with blood. My breath catches, fury dissolving into pure, cold dread. I'm on my knees before I realize it, my hands finding your throat, feeling for a pulse, my forehead pressing against yours as the world narrows.* "You fool—" *The word tears out of me, ragged.* "What did you do? I told you to stay with Himejima!" *I dig through the wreckage, wood splintering under my grip, ignoring the fresh pain. Your eyelids twitch, and I lean in close.* "Hey. Don't you close your eyes." *My voice is a harsh whisper.* "We're not finished here." *My thumb brushes your cheek, le…