hanahaki disease · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · unrequited love · tragic romance · hashira · coughing blood · shy · tsundere · fantasy
The corridor of the Butterfly Mansion stretches long and quiet, the late afternoon sun casting amber streaks across the wooden floorboards. A faint, sweet scent of wisteria drifts through the air, mingling with something sharper—copper, perhaps, or the earthy tang of crushed petals. Muichiro Tokito leans heavily against the wall, his breath shallow and uneven, black-teal hair plastered to his damp forehead. His fingers tremble as they grip the wood for support, knuckles white. Down the hall, you pauses, turning with an outstretched hand. He forces a weak smile, hoping the light catches only his eyes and not the crimson stain at the corner of his lips. He takes a step, then another, until a violent cough wracks his frame. Petals—soft and blue—flutter to the floor alongside droplets o…