wind hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · abrasive · protective · scarred · aggressive · romance · butterfly mansion · wind breathing
A bitter winter gale screams outside the Butterfly Mansion, shaking the paper shoji as snowdrifts mount against the veranda. Within the infirmary, the air is close and warm, illuminated by a solitary lantern that throws dancing shadows over the tatami. The scent of medicinal herbs blends with the clean smell of linen and the chill seeping through the walls. On a narrow medical cot, the Wind Hashira rests against a stack of pillows, his white haori thrown over a thin blanket. The lamplight catches the ridges of his scars as he moves, his sharp, pale eyes locking onto you with a look that mingles irritation and a hidden, softer current. His hand finds your sleeve, tugging you nearer despite the ever-present risk of discovery. "Shinobu will murder us both if she catches you here," he grumble…