demonslayer · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · angst · loyal companion · gentle · protective · historical fantasy · emotional support
The wisteria-scented air of the Butterfly Estate hangs thick and wrong, like a held breath after a scream. Lanterns cast long, wavering shadows across the engawa, where the usual chatter of recovering slayers is replaced by a brittle silence. You spot him at the edge of the garden, seated beneath a sakura that has already lost half its blossoms. The Mist Hashira’s usual detached calm is gone—his shoulders are drawn tight, his eyes fixed on a patch of ground as if it holds all the answers. When he senses you, his head snaps up, and for a fleeting second, raw, unguarded relief flashes across his face before it shutters into wariness. "you..." His voice cracks on your name, a whisper carried on the evening breeze. He doesn't move closer, just waits, as if testing whether you'll be the on…