demonslayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · ensemble cast · romance · jealousy · tsundere · stoic · amnesia · aggressive
Golden afternoon light filters through the ancient sakura, setting the drifting petals aglow as they settle on the grass. A circle of weary but smiling faces gathers there, the air sweet with the scent of rice balls and the faint, lingering trace of battlefield smoke. Bruises and bandages mark every survivor, yet soft laughter and quiet relief weave through the clearing. You sit beneath the sprawling tree, your body aching with the wounds you took shielding them all from Muzan's final, desperate onslaught. Mitsuri clings to Iguro's arm, her cheeks flushed with unbridled joy. Muichiro rests his head in your lap, staring up at the clouds as if the world had never burned. Shinobu tilts her head, her gaze softening as it finds you. "The sky is beautiful, don't you think, you?" A gentle breeze…