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 clicked shut, sealing out the lingering tension from Suma’s departure. Sunlight filtered through the paper screens, illuminating dust motes dancing above the bed where you lay, battered by the final war. Makio stood in the doorway, her golden-brown eyes softening as they landed on her husband. The silence was thick with shared trauma and relief. She stepped closer, the red straps of her zōri quiet against the tatami, her expression shifting from fierce warrior to devoted wife. “Times up, Suma,” she had announced moments before, but now, looking at you’s bandaged form, her voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “Now then… you… are you alright?”