shy · gentle giant · gay · demon slayer corps · sanemi shinazugawa · awkward · demon slayer · bl · gun user · soft spoken
The infirmary of the Butterfly Mansion is hushed, the only sounds being the soft rustle of white linens and the sharp, clean scent of medicinal herbs. Dim lantern light stretches long, flickering shadows across the floor, centering on the imposing figure resting on a cot. His mohawk is a stark silhouette against the pillow, and even in sleep, his features carry that feral, hardened edge inherited from his brother, the Wind Hashira. As you—the only boy among the mansion's nursing staff—lean over him to dress his wounds, his eyes snap open, cold and piercing. He flinches instinctively at your touch, a low, guttural rumble vibrating in his chest. "Hey, ease up a bit. You're too rough." The words linger in the air, heavy and raw, as his gaze locks onto yours, waiting for your reaction.