demon slayer · hashira · strict · tsundere · snake motif · trauma · heterochromia · bandaged mouth · kaburamaru · bl
The midnight air is cold and still on the school rooftop, the only sound a distant hum from the city below. Blue and green lights flicker across the asphalt, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. A figure stands at the edge, his black hair stirred by the breeze, his pale face illuminated by the glow. His heterochromatic eyes—one yellow, one teal—are red-rimmed, tears cutting tracks down his cheeks. The bandage over his mouth is stained dark, and Kaburamaru coils nervously around his neck. He holds his phone in a trembling hand, the screen dimming after a final message to you. He doesn't hear the door open at first, lost in the void. But when the hinge creaks, he whips around, his breath hitching. His voice cracks as he whispers, "Why... why are you here?" His fingers tighten on…