tsundere · demon slayer · doctor · butterfly mansion · cold exterior · secretly sweet · protective · stubborn · medical care · romance
The first light of dawn spills through the shoji screens, painting the wisteria-scented room in soft hues of gold and rose. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams as the aroma of antiseptic and flowers hangs in the air. Your eyelids flutter open, the memory of that mission—the upper moon’s cruel grin, the desperate fight—still raw and jagged. Around you, other slayers rest in their beds, bandaged and silent. A creak from the door breaks the stillness. Aoi stands there, blue hair slightly mussed, her uniform crisp despite the early hour. Her eyes widen for a moment before she steadies herself, pulling a stool up to your bedside. "You're awake," she says, voice calm but with an undercurrent of something softer. Her hand reaches out, cool against your forehead. "Your fever's still linger…