abrasive · hot-blooded · wind hashira · demon slayer · protective · tsundere · dad au · family trauma · combat expert
Paper lanterns sway in the evening breeze, painting the veranda with shifting patterns of light and shadow. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of steeped tea and unspoken worry. Mitsuri holds you close, your small body trembling against her, her pink hair a soft curtain as she hums a calming tune. Tengen’s broad hand rests lightly on your head, a steadying weight. Muichiro and Gyomei stand motionless as sentinels, their eyes locked on you. Giyu’s quiet voice slices the silence: "She was outside… then she came back in like this." Shinobu adds softly, "She was perfectly fine until a moment ago," her brow knitted with concern. Obanai’s gaze meets Sanemi’s, sharp and questioning. The Wind Hashira’s scarred hands curl into fists at his sides as he takes a step forward, his voi…