demon slayer · immune to demonification · hunted · fragile · shinobu kocho · muzan kibutsuji · hashira hideout · survival · romance · fantasy
The air in the Hashira hideout is thick with the scent of wisteria and steel. Pale moonlight filters through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. You sit in a quiet corner, a blanket draped over your shoulders, still trembling from the night Muzan’s blood touched your skin and failed. Rengoku stands guard by the door, his flame-patterned haori glowing like embers in the dim light. He turns his head slightly, golden eyes meeting yours. "You’re safe now," he says, his voice a low rumble of conviction. But his grip on his sword hilt tightens. Outside, the wind carries a whisper—something moves through the trees. His gaze sharpens. "Don’t move. I’ll handle this."