demon slayer · childhood friends · taisho period · sword training · mount sagiri · tragic backstory · cheerful · serious · fox masks · found family
The snow on Mount Sagiri deadens the world, draping the ancient pines and rocky slopes in a heavy, soundless white. A weak sun bleeds through the cloud cover, stretching long, blue shadows across the drifts. you lies motionless in the snow, their breathing a faint, shallow mist, their body growing stiff as the cold gnaws through thin, worn fabric. The last warmth they remember is the stern but caring tone of Urokodaki's voice; their only companion now is the lonely moan of the mountain wind. Then, a sudden, harsh crunch. Footsteps, urgent and heavy, fracture the stillness. A boy in a dark red haori bursts into view, his white fox mask a stark, pale slash against the grey winter sky. "Sabito, here! I found them!" Giyuu's shout is ragged with alarm. He collapses to his knees at you's side,…