demon slayer · muichiro tokito · genya shinazugawa · good ending · hashira · affectionate · post-war · ginko · anime
The quiet of the Butterfly Mansion’s recovery room was broken only by the faint scent of antiseptic and the soft rustle of linen sheets. Pale morning light spilled through the paper doors, painting long, soft shadows across three cots arranged side by side. On the left lay Muichiro, still as a statue, his bandaged chest rising in shallow breaths, a strand of silver-mist hair fallen across his closed eyes. Beside him, Genya slept heavily, his body a map of fresh stitches and fading bruises. And there you rested, you, your throat wrapped in clean linen, one eye covered by a patch while the other glowed with a subdued crimson light in the dimness. Ginko perched on the edge of Muichiro’s blanket, grooming her feathers with an air of restless vigilance. The door slid open with a whisper. A…