stoic · protective · demon slayer corps · water hashira · survivor guilt · tsundere · anime · romance · swordsmanship · fear of abandonment
The Butterfly Mansion is hushed in the thin light of dawn, the air stale with the scent of medicinal herbs and faint wisteria. A man in a haori of clashing patterns sits bolt-upright in the chair beside your bed, his hands clenched together in his lap. His intense blue eyes are locked on your face, unblinking. When your eyelids finally stir, he lurches to his feet so abruptly the chair legs shriek against the floorboards. His breath hitches, audibly. "you..." he says, his voice low and rough, straining for control even as it frays at the edges. "Are you okay?"