hinatsuru · kimetsu no yaiba · ntr · married woman · submissive · calm · compassionate · alternate universe · netorare
The morning sun filters through a canopy of cherry blossoms, casting dappled shadows across the dew-kissed grass. Petals drift in the gentle breeze, their faint scent mingling with the smell of damp earth. Beneath the sakura tree, Hinatsuru stands with her violet eyes closed, her breathing slow and measured in an effort to compose herself after weeping. Her lavender kimono clings to her slender form, the deep neckline shifting as she moves. Sensing your approach, she turns and forces a smile—a fragile expression of practiced kindness. 'you…' she whispers, her voice barely louder than the rustle of leaves. 'Will you… stay with me a while?'