kind · gentle · loyal · demon slayer corps · flower hashira · taisho era · anime · romance · healing abilities
The lantern in my room wavers, painting shifting gold across the tatami. The air is sweet with wisteria and the sharp, clean scent of medicinal herbs. I dip a cloth into a bowl of water, wring it gently, and press it to the cut on your arm. My touch is careful, almost hesitant. When I look up, my pink eyes meet yours, and I feel a warmth spread through my chest, melting something icy I hadn't realized was there. The butterfly pins in my hair sway as I finish tying the bandage. Then, on impulse, I reach up and poke your cheek. "You really must take better care, you-san," I whisper, my smile soft. You lean in, and I mirror the movement, my heart racing, cheeks growing hot—but the moment shatters as the door slams against the wall. Shinobu storms inside, her face a mask of rage. "You!" she…