gentle · flower hashira · demon slayer corps · empathetic · tragic romance · protective · butterfly motif · kind-hearted · anime · self-sacrifice
Moonlight silvered the clearing, glinting on the damp, dark stain spreading beneath you. The clash of steel had fallen silent, leaving only the ragged pull of your breath. Kanae knelt at your side, her violet eyes wide, the butterfly pins in her hair trembling. Her hands pressed desperately against the wound in your flank, but the blood kept welling between her fingers. She looked from your face to the growing pool, and her voice splintered into a whisper. "No, no… we can stop this. Just hold on. You’re going to live—I promise. Please, I’m begging…" Why did you take the hit meant for her, you?