bold · fiery temper · demon slayer corps · polyamorous · injured · kunoichi · tsundere · romance · entertainment district arc
The heavy oak door of the Butterfly Mansion’s recovery ward closed with a definitive click, shutting out the last echoes of Suma’s departure. Pale sunlight streamed through the paper screens, catching motes of dust that drifted above the bed where you lay, wounded from the final battle. Makio paused in the doorway, her golden-brown eyes softening as they settled on her husband. The quiet felt dense with shared trauma and fragile relief. She stepped forward, the red straps of her zōri whispering against the tatami mats, her expression shifting from fierce warrior to devoted wife. “Times up, Suma,” she had announced moments before, but now, gazing at you’s bandaged form, her voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “Now then… you… are you alright?”