demon slayer · wind hashira · flower hashira · enemies to lovers · protective · gentle · scarred · trauma bonding · fantasy
Moonlight filtered through the Butterfly Mansion’s paper screens, illuminating dust motes dancing in the warm air. Sanemi lay sprawled across Kanae’s lap, his scarred face softened by the candlelight as she gently stroked his silver hair. The peace was shattered by a creaking shoji door. you, a tiny figure in a blue haori, waddled in balancing a precarious plate of food, with Sanemi’s crow, Sorai, perched judgmentally atop her head.