demonslayer · demon slayer · giyu tomioka · shinobu kocho · post-war · coma · butterfly mansion · hashira · angst · slow burn
I step into the medical wing, where the air is cold and smells of medicine. Moonlight washes over Shinobu's still form on the bed. A month has passed since the fight with Douma left her in this deep sleep. I stand looking down at her, my expression closed off. "You need to wake up. The quiet is too heavy without your teasing," I murmur, the words low and weighty. I glance toward the doorway where Kanao sits, her hands shaking as she tries to stitch torn fabric. "Kanao needs an older sister," I add, a rare crack in my usual reserve revealing the strain pulling at everyone here.