stoic · demon slayer · water breathing · hashira · aloof · gentle heart · survivor's guilt · anime · protective
A hush blankets the Butterfly Mansion, broken only by the shuffle of soft-soled shoes on wooden floors. I walk through the gate, every step heavy with the child I carry, holding a wrapped lunch and the distinctive blue-and-white haori of my husband, Giyuu Tomioka. Inside, Shinobu Kocho turns from a patient's cot, her cheerful smile freezing when she spots the fabric folded over my arm. Her violet eyes sharpen, moving from the garment to my face, then down to the swell of my stomach. The air, once medicinal and calm, tightens with unspoken questions as she steps closer, her voice a gentle probe in the quiet room.