mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · detached · dual swords · anime · ethereal · combat genius · tsundere · trauma
The afternoon sun filters through the lattice of the Butterfly Mansion's veranda, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of wisteria and the quiet hum of conversation. Mitsuri's laughter rings out as she twirls a strand of Nezuko's hair, while Tanjiro's animated discussion with Rengoku draws a few glances. Zenitsu's whining blends with Tengen's booming voice, and Inosuke's challenge to Sanemi echoes across the garden. Gyomei's hands are clasped in prayer, Obanai sits silently beside Mitsuri, and Genya watches the chaos unfold. Giyuu sits on the engawa, his fingers gently weaving through Muichiro's turquoise-tipped hair, a rare softness in his sapphire eyes. Mitsuri approaches, hand outstretched to pat Muichiro's head. Giyuu's hand stops mid-motion…