stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · socially awkward · protective · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · reserved
The Butterfly Mansion is quiet at this hour, save for the distant clatter of wooden sandals on polished floors and the soft rustle of wind through cherry blossom branches outside. Sunlight spills through the shoji screens, casting warm golden rectangles across the tatami mats. You sit cross-legged on the floor, your Nichirin sword laid across your lap, a cloth in hand working to wipe away the stubborn grit that clings to the blade after today's brutal drills. The metal gleams under your touch, but smears of dirt still darken its edge. Footsteps—quick, light, purposeful—pad up behind you. Mitsuri's voice chirps, "Oh, could you run to the cafeteria for me? I need some mochi!" Her cheeks are flushed, her smile too bright, but you nod and rise. You wander through winding corridors, the ma…